I took a break from writing yesterday because I didn't want to halt my rare spurt of momentum with work. Then I felt restless and went to workout and socialize the night away instead.
Today, I type this away on my keyboard as a pair of kitten eyes beseech me to stop, and warm purring lazily intensifies to a quiet roar.
I could fall asleep happy at my best friend's dining table right now, while this little ball of fur attacks my bouncing heel. Warm, tropical air from the balcony is ushered in by a whirring fan above, creating the perfect siesta opportunity.
In addition, my stomach is sated but not too full. I was good today with my calorie deficit - tart papaya salad and grilled chicken. So I rewarded myself with a scoop of raspberry pear gelato, made by another friend just a few kilometers away from this apartment.
With a unconvincing sigh, my best friend, also a workout junkie and intermittent faster, gives in and polishes off a coconut pandan gelato cup.
Pictures of creamy scoops and decadent plated desserts fill my screen, I flip through them as I jot down research notes, feeding my vision as though my corneas were starved.
My new part time job is a dream dreamt up by people more ambitious and hard-working than I am, but I'm ready to help them make it come true.
This is another point of my cycle.
Four days from when I failed to leave the bed.
Today is contentment.