Naturally, since today is Monday, the weather is cold and wet. And naturally, I could barely drag myself out of bed. When I’m wrestling with a bout of depression, as I am today and have been for a few weeks now, I can’t focus on the good things in my life, let alone identify them. Depression blinds me to my blessings. The world seems all grey, and all I want to do is curl up in bed. Here’s the odd thing, though: I often seesaw between this desire and the ferocious need to create something. Sometimes, I experience both at the same time! That’s me, the walking contradiction. I’m either blue or wanting to make as many things as my imagination can conjure up. Quite the odd combination, wouldn’t you say?
Anyway. Enough about my feelings. Now I’ll move on to something else: books. I recently came to the alarming realization that I read very little these days. I used to plow through a book or two per week, depending on the length of the book. Now it takes me weeks and weeks to finish just one. How do I fix this problem, I wonder. Well, I set a challenge for myself on Goodreads to finish fifteen books this year. Yes, I know, it’s kind of a low number, especially for a former Lit major who used to read ravenously; but I figured it would be better to set a low goal that I could actually achieve than to set a high one I might never reach. I’ve also started to identify snippets of time in my schedule, time that I could use to read or write. These snippets of time, combined with the list of fifteen books I want to read, should help me rediscover my joy of reading. At least, that’s the hope. I’ll be posting book recommendations on my books page here.
Now for the SYW part. I so enjoyed doing this blog challenge recently that I decided to do it again.
Are you a practical jokester?
Definitely not. I wouldn’t play practical jokes on people because I would hate it if they played them on me. I have a thing about being laughed at; that is to say, when people indulge in a laugh or two at my expense (as the other kids did when I attended private school) I feel absolutely crushed. I already beat myself up as it is, and I don’t need any more incentive to do so. (Sorry, got a little personal there, didn’t mean for that to happen.)
Who cuts your hair? You, a friend, or professional.
My hair is long, fine, and heavy. When I was seventeen or so, my hair extended down to the bottom of my tush. While it’s not quite so long now, its length and fineness still make it hard to manage, so I usually go to a salon to have it trimmed (which is about once a year).
Did you have a stuffed animal when you were a kid, if so what kind?
I preferred dolls to stuffed animals, but I had a chocolate brown bear named Cocoa that I liked. Cocoa is long gone, but now I have a stuffed corgi that I named Alistair.
What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?
Hmmm…as I was walking home in the dark, I saw a man walking a dog, and this dog was having the time of his life rolling around in the grass. You know how dogs get that exuberant attitude about them when they’ve successfully hunted down an abandoned poop? I suspect that this particular dog, based on his gleeful wiggling, might have done just that. Oh dear. 😀
Well, there’s my post for today.