I have been…slacking, both in updating and in following my prescribed course of action for myself. I’d explain my reasons for lapsing, but I don’t think they’re important; progress isn’t made by standing explaining away shortcomings. I am going to do (yet another) reset and repeat of the week I planned out for myself a week or two ago.
The aforementioned failures aside, things have been going okay. I have been devouring books of varying levels of literary merit at a breakneck speed recently; last Sunday alone I polished off three whole books. It’s been really nice to escape into reading again. I remember why this was such a major part of my life during those wonderful years between 21 and 24. I’ve also ditched my once-prominent book snobbery and have consequently been allowing myself to read some YA fiction and I’ve actually really enjoyed it. (I am currently reading and loving Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard.) In retrospect, it was stupid to bar myself from reading books that sounded interesting to me based on arbitrary, age-based categorizations.
In general, life news, I have been a little bolder lately: I’ve been giving myself permission to feel and do new and scary things without try to insert logic to shut things down that seem statisically likely to have the potential for negative consequences (within reason, obviously). It’s been nice to just fucking let myself be without worrying about disaster or rejection lurking around every corner.
Here’s to daydreams without regret and night-drives without GPS!