I’ve just started a new job last week and it has definitely affected my reading. It’s hard to have a concentration span when you’re so… Sleepy! All this readjusting to the world of adult responsibilities and socialising has taken it out of me, but I’m hopeful that I’ll settle into my new routine sometime soon and that it won’t be so brutal on the mind and body🌸
Anyways, I started this joy of a novel 2 days ago and have already managed to get to the halfway point with only 2 proper sittings under my belt😲
I recently read City of Girls and I’m getting similar vibes, though I’m already finding the protagonists to be way more likeable and with a more attractive depth. Evelyn Hugo is a chameleon-like actress, who shed her former identity and Hell’s Kitchen roots in order to carve out a successful career in Hollywood. When Monique, a freelance writer with big ambitions, is offered the opportunity to write Hugo’s biography, she discovers there’s much more to the Hollywood starlet than meets the eye. Decades of salacious rumours and headlines don’t even begin to scratch the surface…☠️😈💜
I love reading in bed until I’m on the verge of falling asleep and have found this to be a really soothing part of my day. I look forward to it from the moment I wake up! How do you balance reading with your daily routine and do you find it difficult, too?😴
Been a big girl this week, leaving the house more, smashing interviews, venturing out to unfamiliar lands on trains and reconnecting with people I haven’t seen in ages. I honestly couldn’t be more chuffed with me sen🙈🎉
Just a note: stubborn anxieties and agoraphobia are NOT life sentences, as I have learned recently. They’re challenging and can demand all your physical/mental energy to the point of exhaustion, but they CAN be overcome. Every little victory is a reminder that you CAN be better and that your expectations can be exceeded.
This pandemic has tested our collective asses with its social distancing demands. It has removed us from the routine of our “normal” lives and shaken foundations we’ve spent years building. The restrictions easing recently have only exacerbated anxieties for some.
One thing I’ve tried to keep in mind over the last week is that behind our masks, we’re all struggling with something. As much as anxiety makes me feel like the “only one” or the “black sheep” when my teeth are chattering at the bus stop or my palms are clammy, the reality is that all of us are dealing with our own versions of adapting to the world again, and some people are just more talented with their abilities to hide this.
Every time I’ve met eyes with a stranger over the last week, I’ve imagined that they’re in a similar boat to me and instantly I’ve felt less alone and stronger for the knowledge that we’re all just doing our best and there’s nothing wrong with struggling or having a bad day💜🙏🏾