I’m waiting for my therapist to send the Zoom link to start our session.

The check-tire light came on in my car yesterday while I was driving down the Grand Central.

This was the longest short week I’ve experienced in quite a while.

My reading time has not felt like my own for a little while now.

I know vacuuming isn’t always going to be a fix for combating negative thoughts, but I was glad to have it in my arsenal this week.

I enjoy being busy. I think I’m learning to thrive on it.

It hurts to give up, even if it’s the right thing to do.

How many hours, how many pages, how many words.

The start of this week was a bit of a whirlwind.

Plan. Go with the flow. Buy books.

I can’t quite untangle one emotion from another.

(Is this oversharing? Sorry, forgot I wasn’t on Tumblr.)

I finished one journal this week and started another one.

Slow down and think about what keeps you going.

I needed a pick-me-up.

Another week, same book not finished.

Late-breaking Feelings™️.

It kind of makes sense that I’m having trouble clearing the hurdle of the next book.

I finally got a library card!!

I have no restraint, and I believe that (some) rules were made to be broken.