Day of Valor
Day of Valor holiday today where I live, and I chose to not do anything. Except some small chores, which I don’t think I can escape, but refused to do errands that would take me out of the house.
I’m not a depressive person, but I admit that terrible news from around the world does get me down. I’m still a functioning person, but it gets hard, hence I figure why not be kind to myself? And frankly, what an immense privilege, eh, in a world where people are being needlessly bombed.
Anyway, this is what I’m planning to read next (because I’m currently reading a manuscript for work)…
THE GREAT DIVIDE by Cristina Henriquez. A story about the making of the Panama Canal. Thinking it’s timely at this time when we’re all very conscious of choke points.
Took this photo in my building’s cafe, where I decided to spend an hour chilling and reading. It’s funny bec this option is always available to me, but I hardly ever take it. (For one, I do have drinks at home, so I’m thinking I don’t need to spend on them.) But while there, I considered maybe taking advantage of it occasionally? Rejoin society, touch grass, so to speak. Because I think, I think…sometimes I get sad. Maybe it’s perimenopause, maybe it’s just another reminder that I really have very little control over most things, but whatever it is, it’s there.
So I read books, because I know who I am when I’m reading. It also feels like a way of talking to people without really talking to them, you know?
Anyway, in other news, just discovered that Cillian Murphy has a radio show on BBC—Cillian Murphy’s Limited Edition—which he says is his digital version of a mixed tape, basically curating music with care, thinking of the narrative you want to communicate with the mixed tape. And as he says, it’s “low quality production values, high quality music.” I kind of love that. So am listening to an episode now.