It's a Saturday Night

Last November I did some listening to a NPR radio program on success. There were 5 different parts and I took notes during all. 

There was something that Alain de Botton said that I was remembering this evening as I was flipping through my past notes. 

Be the author of your own success...that we are the authors of our own ambitions. Because it's bad enough not getting what you want, but it's even worse to have an idea of what it is you want and find out at the end of the journey that it isn't in fact what you wanted all along. 

Not related to the above quote, with each of my school projects I experienced post-project depression. There has been this immediate and obvious drop inside me the day my designs are turned in. Sometimes it lingers for a while. But for some reason I didn't experience it with D5. At least not on the day. I can't decide if I skipped it this time, or if what I am feeling now, one day later, is post-project depression. But I am afraid it's now pre-project depression. Nothing serious, just a distinct heaviness hangs about me as I look to D6. 

D6: I have been working it out in my mind and on paper. The brief: develop a design for a show garden. I believe this project is going to be more challenging than I had initially expected or maybe hoped for (though I suppose if it didn't feel daunting that would be a problem too) and now I am experiencing an emotional and mental weight which is reaching into next week - as we only have a week to complete it. 

The clouds are moving fast - sometimes they do that in London. The moon appears and reappears - staying mostly present. I can watch it from my window, which I love. Such a curious being the moon is.