This is gonna be short, because my writing juices are a figment of the imagination at the moment. I think the stifling heat of each passing afternoon has evaporated whatever’s there. Send help.
The semester has ended. It’s been pretty chill. Life’s been pretty chill. Not easy, mind you—just less intense. More breathing space. Less self-doubt. I’ve always loved that Huxley poem—“Lightly, lightly”—I am beginning to live it.
My mother watched 3 Idiots yesterday and I was in the same room, so I watched it with her. I’ve already seen it before, years ago, and loved it, but how strange and wonderful and timely it is to see it again, now, when I can actually say I’m chasing my own passions, not anyone else’s, and I’m going to school (again) to learn, not just to get good grades. Maybe it was a bit late but at least I am getting there. Excellence over success. All is well.
Catching up with sleep. Microwave popcorn. Conversations with my mom. Perfectly-cooked rice. Dipping my toes into Doctor Who and Marvel’s Daredevil. Baking. Coding just for the fun of it. Meeting a new puppy. Cousins. A to-be-read pile I haven’t started on yet—but the fact that a good number of books are patiently waiting for me is comforting. Do not disturb. Breaks are so good for the soul.
I always ask this every month but it’s never not mindboggling—how the heck is it halfway through October already?