Notes to self
- Juliana Rojas
- Apr 24
- 1 min read
That Sunday in Barcelona I woke up ready.
The night before had been long and intense: a bar, empanadas on the go, a street party. The kind of night you don't fully plan but turns out perfect. I went to sleep wanting more and wanting nothing, at the same time.
Checkout, bags stored, and one thing left to do: wash the clothes I wanted to take clean to Amsterdam. Right across from the hotel there was a laundromat. Sunday, open. Perfect match.
While the clothes were spinning, I wasn't doing anything. Or so it seemed.
Because I was actually looking back at how everything had fallen into place: the timing, the people, the moments. The trip had been running on perfect timing and that moment in front of the washing machine was when I realized it. Body still, mind processing.
"Doing nothing" doesn't exist. Even when you wait, something is happening.
Saturday had been all action. Sunday was mine. A moment for everything, and me, paying attention to what resonated, not missing a single one.
Minds up, feet down.
Notes to self, Barcelona, Sunday:
Everything fell into place. I did it. Ready for what's next.
J.
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