July me if you can

Half a slice of wasted time and here I am again! In the mood for a frontal attack, I'm suddenly scared as a bumble-bee (not that they are), worried about nothing and everything at once. I remember posting a few years ago that I love the moment-before and also the moment-after and that to me it's all about these. Ain't no coincidence I said that after I had made a leap and moved to France. Now I just feel like standing on the edge (not that I ever had anything against edges) knowing too well I have to jump and I even want to, it's just that.. jumping thing. Yea, everything will turn out great but that thought doesn't help to stop the insides from racing. So I'm numbed, scared, laughing out loud and figured yesterday night that "I need a business plan". Maybe I'm finally starting to recover some cleverness that I once used to own quite a comforting piece of.

Enough about me, here's to July '11. I've been around (again), this time to Switzerland and on a 60 years old wooden roller-coaster in Helsinki the night before. Yes, cutely strange things do happen to me thanks to welcoming people who kindly spend some time with me. This goes for Helsinki (again!), Bern and Zurich friends, not to forget a bunch of Dear Latvians here on spot. Switzerland is beautiful, hell expensive, Disney-ish, a thousand postcards and something dull in between. Really, it's great, it's just not for me. Similar was also my reaction to the so called internship with World YWCA. But I've taken quite a few lessons learnt with me and quite a few nice postcard photos too. So it's all good and still bringing me further. Baby-steps, baby-steps, dear.

Life in Riga is worthy. I get to see the city and city-life as I did not before by living and being in all different parts of it, and I get to be with amazing people. I get a helluva lot. Dazzling sunshine and heat takes turns with storms and heavy rain and as inconvenient as it gets I enjoy the whole palette (splash around with that bike!). Been out to Liepāja for an easy-going beach music festival that turned out to be all windy and rainy but fan-dancing-by-the-stage with Ewert and the Two Dragons and jumping at teenagehood's Guano Apes saved it all. Oh, and the sea. Waters are infallible with their calm down trick. In between I am hanging out with siblings and nursing family ties. And now, for the last days of July, the panic, tension, excitement and joy of a growing dream-come-true starts filling me up as.. well.. it might actually come true. Mixed feelings and mixed everything but hey..

July has a craze in the air.
Do you feel it?