June 01, 2017

Issue 6: May 2017 - Just one book

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Y’all I only finished one book in May. Turns out, flipping your life upside down affects every single part of your being. I generally hold my mental fortitude in high regard; I’ve been through some shit and come out the other side, and I like to think I’m pretty strong. But this month has been especially intense for me, personally and professionally. In case you missed it, in the last month I’ve… And that’s just the biographical, surface-level changes. When I made these changes, I think I was really confident in my ability to adapt and cope, because I'd done it before. But these things are sort of like childbirth: They're immensely painful and monumental, but you look back on them fondly because you wouldn't have your beautiful today without them. 

I've neglected my email and my friends and my journal and most definitely my reading this month, because I have absolutely nothing left in me at the end of every day. I don't feel creative. I don't feel passionate. I don't feel excited. I feel tired and scared and small. It's not a bad thing, it's just a fact. And in this time, my rational mind keeps telling my emotional mind to offer myself a little grace and patience. This won't be forever. 
 

Behold, the only book I read this month: Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro.

This is a short book that took me for. god. damn. ever. to finish, because of aforementioned changes/feels. Despite spending nearly a month with it, I don't have much to say about it at all. I was excited to read a book that wasn't all "Joy Luck Club-y" (I'm SICK of transnational narratives of intergenerational trauma omfg), and this definitely was not that. But I found the writing style slightly juvenile and I was underwhelmed by the world it existed in. 

The good news is, I've started a new book that I'm very excited about, so things appear to be turning around! Wish me better luck next month, friends!