How many hours, how many pages, how many words.

The start of this week was a bit of a whirlwind.

Plan. Go with the flow. Buy books.

I can’t quite untangle one emotion from another.

(Is this oversharing? Sorry, forgot I wasn’t on Tumblr.)

I finished one journal this week and started another one.

Slow down and think about what keeps you going.

I needed a pick-me-up.

Another week, same book not finished.

Late-breaking Feelings™️.

It kind of makes sense that I’m having trouble clearing the hurdle of the next book.

I finally got a library card!!

I have no restraint, and I believe that (some) rules were made to be broken.

Did you read the spoilers even though I told you not to? Be honest.

I look at my crowded shelves and ten books feels like a drop in the bucket.

Pay attention.

I moved home after college and spent the four following years living in my childhood bedroom, collecting stuff.

TWO books??

I did not succeed this week, just like I did not succeed last week. But that does not mean I failed.

I didn’t finish a book this week.