I’m recovering from the holiday season. I overdid it, and I’m still paying for it. It was worth it. Heh. I know when I can say that, I’m nearing recovery. Whew. It was not my resolution to spend the first week of 2018 stapled to the floor. (That’s what it feels like, anyway.)
I realized part of why I’ve struggled with Oathbringer by Brandon Sanderson is it triggers me. Recognition made all the difference. I’m almost finished. I also reread Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery. As a preteen, I didn’t pick up on the humor. This time, I belly laughed often.
This year, I’m going to focus on books written by women. My next book is Kindred, by Octavia Butler. (It’s also going to trigger me.) I hope I develop some emotional callouses. I’ve made progress giving away things I don’t want or use anymore. It’s fascinating how quickly items are grabbed up (with permission) by my neighbors.
My only regret is they’re taking the boxes, too. And the folding table I had them on. Heh. I guess someone needed it. I like my apartment so much better now. My living room looks like I just graduated from university; spacious. I love it. I’m off to purge another box of anxiety-provoking stuff.