This weeks read? The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. I’m halfway through now and I don’t know what to say, to be honest. So. Many. Feelings.
This weeks high? The package in the mail! (More about that further down).
This weeks low? Lying in bed at 3AM sobbing. Just all these moments when the tears have been pressing on, seemingly without reason at times.
This weeks panic? I realised I’m going to a concert next week. Tomorrow to be exact. I got it as a Christmas present from my sister, and looked at it as being so far into the future, but after my epiphany that it’s actually !now! my anxiety has been rising a bit.
This weeks work? Dragging myself out if this apathetic/shut off state I’ve been in with this identity/existential crisis. All I did for a week was just staring, which isn’t unusual in itself, but this time it truly hurt. I’ve managed to pull myself out of it, and I’m awake again now, thankfully.
This weeks mood? I’ve been a bit on the edge, a lot of tears have been pressing below the surface. Some of the tears I have allowed to fall, the rest I’ve swallowed. (But I think I need to let them out as well). Other than that it’s been so good to read and journal again!
This weeks want? Vegan chocolate milkshake, a new denim jacket, a good nights sleep.
This weeks “new”? I finally, (and I say finally, because they came two days after they should have), got The Cemetery of Forgotten Books in the mail. The sweet smell of new books. I have to really restrain myself from not rushing The Goldfinch now as I long to start The Shadow of the Wind.
This weeks cosy? Getting the duvet from the bed and snuggling up in the sofa, Khaleesi lying on my legs snoring, book open in my hands.
Something to look forward to next week? The Ásgeir concert tomorrow, no doubt. The last time I saw him live was in 2015 (I think) and it was magical. Even though I’m anxious about it, my sister is going with me, and I know that if it gets too much, she’ll be there ❤