Weird feeling. Weird, is it, really? Well, it's new at least. In any case, weird or not, what's more surprising to me is that it feels right and legitimate. A turning point in my life as an adult. I do not want to please anybody anymore.
It seems that no activity has the potential to make me happy, anymore. Academic and professional achievement used to make me happy (I use the past tense because I am currently unemployed). Wearing makeup and looking good in nice clothes also make me happy. Spending quality time with my husband
5 years ago, I bought two fantastic silk shirts from a shop in Turkey. Impeccable fit, elegant colors, smooth and high-quality material, and top-notch finishing. They were expensive, but worth every penny. Thanks to the cleaning service provider (which I won’t name), both shirts were damaged, forever. It seems
I’m watching a newly added series on Netflix called The New Force. It’s about the period when women were first admitted to the Swedish police as officers - or “constables,” as the series calls them. These themes, all revolving around men's acceptance of women at work,
Tough day. Day 1 of my period. It usually comes with diffuse pain, nothing acute, but broad and significantly disruptive. I can’t focus, or at least not easily. The evening feels morose, unfolding under the sign of despair. Not absolute despair - my faith is uncanny - but realizing
I’m in the living room, watching a program on YouTube. Not listening to everything, but these background voices are vital in times like these. Tough times. I left my job and I’m struggling to find another. Why did I leave? Because I couldn’t stand some faces anymore.