The whole summer has happened and I have not posted a thing, but I have used my trusty bullet journal to document some memories and I make a conscious effort to check in with IRL friends (even if they are friends I have never met IRL but have a real life text/gchat relationship with) daily, so the needs I created my blog for – friendship and remembering my life – are still being met. And I think that’s important.
I like to do my day-to-day life updating via Instagram story and I feel like most people I interacted with regularly here are there, too. If you want to know what I have added to my list lately, chances are, it’s there. I like the challenge of brevity, the imperfection, being able to make faces, and how it’s so much easier to respond. As someone who normally hates every photo of myself, only wants to take photos when my hair is a certain way, and has historically only seen the negative in her own image, it’s also a great mental exercise for me to just put something out there. Chances are, in the ten seconds I’m sharing, you are listening to me (probably only halfway) and can’t tell if I’m wearing mascara or if I have a pimple or whatever.
The world is a dumpster fire and I have created my own online echo chamber, and in a way, a web of IRL friends who are all like-minded. It’s safe to talk about politics at work because even though it isn’t a political org, it is an inclusive one and the current administration isn’t. Like if I am going to go see friends on the more conservative side of the spectrum, I have to remind myself not to talk about all things political or at least to do so kindly. I explained white privilege to someone the other day and maybe made her understand, at least a little.
We got a new (to us) car a few months ago and I realized it came with a Sirius trial. I played with it this weekend (Andrew was driving, don’t worry) and fell in love with the Yacht Rock station. This Spotify playlist has been getting me through this dreary, icky Monday. I’m tempted to make some tea and burn a fall-ish candle because the lack of sun has the temps at a humid, mosquito-y 77 degrees which means I’m not forced to move downstairs to work in the afternoon. We have central AC, but the upstairs gets warm and I don’t have a ceiling fan.
I miss book talk and new books recs so maybe I will be back tomorrow to join Steph and Jana for Show Us Your Books. I have yet to find anything I absolutely adored lately, so even when I don’t play along, I do creep for recs.