1. I’ve been back in my hometown for the last ten days. I visited so I could meet my freshly arrived nephew. He is perfect and soft and my sister looks so blissed out with him in her arms – like, of course she was always supposed to be a mother. I fed him, cuddled him, adored him. Envisioned how soothing it would be to nestle in a rocking chair with a baby of my own against my chest in the muted hours of the morning. Thought about how fearful I would be that something would one day harm them and why would I willingly invite more anxiety into a life that’s already jittery enough? My maternal urges are sporadic to say the least. I’m trying not to think/worry about this too much.
2. This week, someone cool invited me to be their snail mail pen-pal. I am fucking delighted.
3. I made a bad perfume choice. It was expensive and it smells like some sort of artisan floral vodka. But I’d been in this tiny independent chemist for ages, fussing about and making the nice old chemist man spray me every scent in the shop, which he spent 30 minutes doing without complaint. So I had to buy something because I’m not a total monster. I spritz the new fragrance onto myself daily. I will simply train myself to like it.