I’ve been pretty bad at blogging this month and I think maybe that has to do with the fact I let go of this huge weight of pent up feelings and everything in me was saying to run for the hills and hide away. I burned myself out with those words. Just for a little bit. And although I think the path will continue to be a long one, there may be a small part of me that is finally properly healing. So August has been about that in part, and in looking after and doing the most for me, myself and I. I would urge any of you reading this to do the same. We deserve it.
Things that made me proud/happy/feel some kind of positive way:
- I’m not sure this counts as a happy memory, but at the beginning of this month I wrote a very honest post that made a lot of people reach out to me about how achey it made them feel. Perhaps not the person part of me hoped would say something, but we don’t live in fairytale land unfortunately. Still, for people to come out of the woodworks and say kind things, even if they’re not near and dear friends, means a lot.
- ‘Dunkirk’ happened for a second time, because apparently I enjoy the pain. This time I treated my pappa.
- I received my very dreamy prize from the lovely Chris Russell, including the sequel to ‘Songs About A Girl’, ‘Songs About Us’, which was uh-mazing and a print of the Fire & Lights boys.
- August is the birthday month of my sister, Emily. We had a lovely National Trust day at Montacute House and Emily took some super cute pictures that will fo’sho be featuring on this blog sometime soon… ‘Ello, ‘ello.
- Season 2 of ‘Victoria’ started. We’re only two episodes deep, but oh my I missed Jenna Coleman’s feisty Queen Victoria.
- I joined the gym. Nope, you didn’t read that wrong. I did, in fact, join the gym. And I also proceeded to go twice (this is a very recent thing, don’t worry I’ve gone as much as I should have) and run on a treadmill for thirty minutes without stopping. I didn’t know I could do that, so I’m pleased, tbh.
- Me and my sister also went swimming a few times with my niece, Eva and my sister-in-law to be (eep!) on the Bank Holiday. I bought a sports swimming costume for future gym-killing-it-times and I have never felt so flippin’ fire in an all-in-one black piece. I look good, and that’s no easy feeling to feel. Feline fine, feline fine. Meow.
- Much to my mum’s joy, I also did a serious clear out and my room is looking a little more mine, even if I hate the pink walls and wish I could fill the room with bookshelves. It’s something, and I got a hella cute clothes rail.
- After failing to secure tickets to their smaller shows, I managed to get tickets for me and Emily to go see Paramore in Cardiff in January, which I think is going to be quite special, because Emily is the reason I listened to Paramore in the first place and, getting real cheesy here, probably is to thank for shaping a good proportion of my music taste. (I just realised this happened the first day of September, but whatever… bye.)
- August was on a slightly bittersweet note. As such, it wasn’t a month of realising how great the friends I have are, but of just feeling so much love for them and what they do, especially because of the impact they have on my mood and their presence in my life even though, for the most part, they’re always so far away. I love ’em. Shout out to Sarah in Manchester, Lauren in Oxford and Natalie across the Atlantic in Canada. Y’all are the real MVPs.
And onto the bookish wrap-up…
- ‘The Miseducation of Cameron Post’ by Emily M. Danforth
- ‘History Is All You Left Me’ by Adam Silvera ★★★★★
- ‘The Princess Saves Herself In This One’ by Amanda Lovelace ★★★★★
- ‘A Change Is Gonna Come’ Anthology ★★★★
- ‘Matilda’ by Roald Dahl ★★★
- ‘Songs About Us’ by Chris Russell ★★★★★
- ‘Radio Silence’ by Alice Oseman ★★★★
- ‘Letters To The Lost’ by Brigid Kemmerer
- ‘A Change Is Gonna Come’ Anthology
- Complete Roald Dahl Collection
- ‘The Miseducation of Cameron Post’ by Emily M. Danforth (Thanks to Penguin!)
- ‘7,300 Days’ by Isabella Mente
- ‘The Chaos of Longing’ by K. Y. Robinson
- ‘Being Miss Nobody by Tamsin Winter