It was always going to be a stressful week. Eleven different events over 5 days, meeting speakers, renting staging, publicising, sitting through long talks that you leave knowing no more than when you went in. The stress however, is not entirely because of One World Week. It is all to easy to forget sometimes, when you're in the office until late at night, that a life exists outside of fighting for a better world.
Then it hits you, and you have to take stock, other things do matter. You're in love, your mind is stuck on repeat and it isn't dwelling on global warming or freeing tibet.
I'm forcing myself to write tonight- i'm tired, it's late and tomorrow beckons. I don't want it to come too soon.
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