Winter is almost over in the desert. Soon freezing nights (well freezing at least in my opinion, you know how I despise cold weather as much as I hate tropical climate) will be replaced by sweat-filled dreams and more CO2 emissions than usual. It isn’t that hot yet though and for some reason I feel that this change in season is affecting my life more than it should. It’s as if I placed all my plans on hold until I finally feel the real Dubai heat. We have 15-20ºC more to go.

I’m waiting for the feeling of being in a oven, the warm and humid air pushes back on my face as I open the office door to go home. The summer sun piercing my skin, you shed off a lot of water without you noticing it. It’s when people with I-have-so-much-extra-time-I-spend-it-at-the-gym, spends most of their mornings or weekends sunbathing at the nearest beach.

Or maybe I’m just looking for something to blame for my procrastination and stuckness.

Maybe people do get stuck as season change from one to another, specially when you don’t get spring. I think I know where I’ll live next, somewhere where there is spring. Real spring. And no, the flowers at Miracle Garden don’t count.

I’m looking forward to do more side projects this year. I can’t get myself to start working on them though no matter how many Paul Arden and Austin Kleon books I read. They do help, but I suppose the real problem is me. Yeah, I think the problem is me. Lately, I’ve been fixated on finding ways to tell the person next to me that I’m not Google and that I don’t have answers to all his questions. And, I really don’t want to spend any of my time solving his problems.

Speaking of books, I’ve been frequenting bookstores lately, unfortunately it means more unread books on the bookshelf.

Hopefully before summer ends this year I’ll be like Bob Dylan’s successful man ”A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.”