Tire Metaphor
Currently reading:
Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
This book is a lot longer than I thought, but I am loving every moment I get to read it.
Books finished this week: 0
Library updates:
The check-tire light came on in my car yesterday while I was driving down the Grand Central. I’d gone for a walk, and then decided to drive to first a FedEx store to drop off a package and then Target, both out on Long Island. It was a too-warm but beautiful fall day and I was in the mood to drive. I also had grand plans of buying a bunch of storage and organizational solutions from Target. (I didn’t buy anything. Praise me.)
So, the light came on. I made it home fine and checked the pressure in all the tires, and it was exactly the same——if a little low, which I’ll fix——in all of them. But it just felt like the perfect cap on the last few weeks, which were filled with big concerns and minor annoyances. I, too, feel like a troublesome tire, slowly leaking air; thanks for the reminder, car.
Adulthood means apparently these things never stop, unless you forcibly remove yourself from polite society. I’m just tired, friends.
I really don’t have much else to say for this week. I haven’t really read, I haven’t really made time to write. I’ve had some good conversations with friends, for which I am deeply grateful. I’m going to end this one early and try to read a book.
Closing thoughts:
Know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, etc.
