It’s been a heady day already. I woke up at 4am with my stomach turning.

Tonight is another full moon. I thought about what Smiling Buddha had said to me in Bali. One day before, during, and one day after the full moon, it’s hard to sleep. So far, this seems accurate.

The tranquility I thought I had created and the inner “okayness” I was feeling was foundational and yet momentary. I was very happy being in London, taking a pause.

Then I started working crazy hours in preparation for London Fashion Week. I started to feel the memories and imprint of burnout creeping my up on me. I needed to slow down.

Then I received a note from my management company trying to evict me for AirBNB’ing my apartment, though the language wasn’t quite clear. I took down the posting.

Today, I had a Skype session with the head of sales from my last company. I gave her some advice, and in the process, I became retraumatized. I shed another tear or two for my past self. My heart felt a bit raw.

I’m heading to Korea on Sunday to join a program / community of digital nomads for a month. I broke the news to them today that i would be showing up one day late. Bad form.

Then I received a text from my cleaning lady saying she had been removed from her apartment by police and that she was now homeless and living in a shelter. She has the keys to my apartment. I was compassionate and gave her advice…but sometimes I feel that my read is all just wrong on situations and people. This feels like a pattern for me.

Wow, I wonder when all of this will come to a head and exactly how my apartment situation will resolve itself.