This Saturday I am taking the traditional Saturday Day of Rest very serious. I slept till seven and after  cleaning the house, running errands, and walking around my neighborhood, I crawled back in bed in the afternoon. I had my laptop with me and decided to watch the movie Paterson. But I felt my eyes being heavy, so I first took a nap and then watched the film. I liked it very much. It is about a bus driver who writes poems, or it is about a poet who rides the bus. It has this beautiful saying in it: 'Sometimes an empty page presents the most possibilities.' (I find this quote completely in line with my day of rest. Tomorrow, a new Ashtanga week starts, so first I have to create an empty page.)

When are you a poet, or a writer? Do you have to be published first? I know for myself I have this criticism. And even though I already published a book, I still find it hard to call myself a writer. When people ask me what I do, I always refer to my day job at the office. And it is not that I am proud of that job. Because somehow, I am not. But I don't ever call myself a writer out loud.

Difficult subject, I could go on about it for hours. And that is not what I am supposed to do today, as I am resting. Not only my body, but my mind as well, I guess.