Did you know I missed nine newsletters? I know this because I keep reminding myself of it. Every other week, that little DEADLINE went and passed. I’d avoid my calendar every other Thursday just to miss the notification and the next day it was completely gone. I’d successfully avoided another problem, 17 weeks in a row. The countdown restarts!
I could write about the fact that I moved, that work has been piling up, that I started school again, that I fell into a deep state of consciousness at yoga, that I am bad at finishing projects, about the fact that the new bench I got for my tiny dinning room is too big for any table, and that any table I get will be too big for the entrance, that I make impulsive decisions, that I keep having dreams about abandonment, that I should keep a diary, that I should make a list of new words I come across in books (but I don’t), that I can’t stop myself from eating a full bag of sour skittles (like the full, full bag), that I saw It Ends With Us and I liked it, and that maybe a combination of all of this muddled into one jello of a brain really is just mush.
Yesterday, I went to the dentist to get my tooth fixed but the shade of porcelain they had picked was too white against the natural (coffee, wine, skittle) stain of my teeth. How embarrassing! My dentist’s phone is now filled with photos of the inside of my mouth comparing the different shades of porcelain that would camouflage well with my yellow undertones.
To add to my list of things I need to do: Whiten teeth.
The way you write scratches an itch in my brain I deeply missed during these 17 weeks.
Congrats on moving & back to school!! But I neeeed to know about your It Ends With Us take cause that’s crazy fr