Last month I went speed dating. It came up on my Instagram. It seemed fun, exciting, different. Pre-pandemic I was on some apps with no luck. I didn’t know how to send a good message to someone, I didn’t know how I could tell if I liked someone based on a picture where the person …
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Sunday was a good time because I had some me time, and it’s felt like I haven’t had that time in a long while. I didn’t do much. I wrote, and then I went for a walk. I took some pictures on my Polaroid, I took a nap. Not exactly exciting, but definitely necessary.
Sometimes I get stuck and I don’t know what to do about it. I hold onto things I don’t need to, I fixate on things that don’t involve me, I try to fix things that I have no reason fixing, that don’t need to be fixed. I don’t know why I do this.
I’m not very good at remembering certain things I’ve done; or rather I’m not great at remembering achievements. It’s not that I have a bad memory; it’s actually pretty good (unless it’s remembering people, then its bad). It’s just that I Maybe I just have too high standards for myself, whatever the reason I wanted …
Normally if I was writing one of my usual “I have nothing to write” posts I’d tell you about my week, as I’ve done twice now. But my weeks aren’t as exciting as they used to be, not since I’ve been laid off. At least then I was guaranteed to be busy for eight hours …
Sarah O'Connor 