This week I’ve had a particularly unshakable case of the blahs.
I felt unmotivated and average and apathetic. Uncreative and feeling not enough.
And so I sat on my bedroom floor and binge-watched Friends (which, I learned, is no way to get out of a rut).
But thank God for late night word-vomit sessions with my neighbor/dear gal pal and for dance parties to songs that take me back to bonfire nights with twinkle lights intertwined in trees and for phone calls to my mother.
Now I’m making plans for the end of this month and doing my best to do more than wait till then. I want to make the most of the days I’m given; I want to do/make/be part of stuff that matters .
Hold me accountable, July. Do not let me become indifferent.