Happy Sunday! I’m saying happy Sunday because happy is what I’m manifesting for the upcoming week. This past week, I started to really reflect on the way I process things and the way I journal. I’m sad to admit that I’ve really fallen off the band wagon when it comes to journaling. I’ve stopped journaling in my personal journal, my memory/aesthetic journal, and in my reading journal. Writing out my thoughts for me is a way of forcing myself to address the things I avoid.
Often, when I do reach for my personal journal, it’s when things are really bad or I’m overwhelmed and I need somewhere to put my feelings that’s not just inside of me. Pain distribution and all that you know?
I have a horrible memory and I know that when I eventually go back to looking at all my past memories, I’m going to read back a ton of my lowest moments and I don’t want that to be the only thing left for me to remember of the past. I also want to remember the happy.
I know it’s kind of an unrealistic goal as I’ve just stated that I’m an inconsistent with journaling, but I want to take time every day to right down all the happy moments of the day, no matter how silly or insignificant they may seem. Because when I read them back, years in the future, they won’t feel that silly or insignificant.
Here are some highs from last week:
- I had a great time with friends all through this week.
- I went to trim my hair in a salon and I’m not a hair salon person, I’m a “have my mother cut my hair with a trash bag underneath me” kind of girl. I had a great conversation with the lady working there and I ended up saying that made her day. She thanked me repeatedly for saying what I did to her, and that in turn made my day.
- I painted my toes an almost neon pink which is an extremely bright color for me and I’ve gotten so many compliments on them. I know I’m going to appreciate the color choice later in the week when things get stressful because even though my feet will probably be covered, I’ll know that I’m armed with neon pink and light and joy is still a thing.
- Henry Cavill. That’s it.
- I’ve discovered Maya Hawke’s albums and her songs have made my week feel a lot more softer and cozier and a lot less chaotic.
What I Read
Mean Baby by Selma Blair
Once again, my reading’s been as hectic and unorganized as my life. I keep starting books and not finishing them in a week as I usually do but I can’t say I’m upset about it because I picked up this book and I’m in love. The cover, the name, the over all aesthetic of this book drew me in. I’m not a Selma Blair fan, I’ve watched a couple of her movies, thought she was cool but never avidly followed her story or life or anything like that. You definitely don’t need to be well versed in her movies and shows in order to read this memoir. This book follows her life, from when she was born. We follow little baby Selma and how she grows into a full fledged person who can walk, talk, and act but is still, at times, tragically, shaped by her past and the people in her life. This book really deep dives into how you’re raised and grow up effects your future and your self-identity. The writing is gripping and devastating and oh so beautiful.
What I Watched
I am continuing my Mission Impossible re-watch marathon and I’ve got to say, I forgot how good “Mission Impossible 4: Ghost Protocol” is. It has the right amount of humor, tension, drama, and action to keep you hooked. It’s a lot less cringe and romance focused and a lot more action driven which in my personal opinion, is the way to go.
Yes, you’ve read it right. I’ve finally started “The Witcher”. I watched the first episode and I’m hooked. I love the aesthetic, the story, and I can’t wait to watch more.
TBR Additions
These aren’t books I hauled. This list consists of books that I’ve heard about, recommended, or was interested in the past week.
- Sisters Red by Jackson Pearce
- Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Jenkins Reid
- The Bookseller At The End Of The World by Ruth Shaw
- Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree
- The Lost Summers of Newport by Beatriz Williams, Lauren Willig, and Karen White
- To Sleep In a Sea Of Stars by Christopher Paolini