BEDJ 17
I feel so self centred as I write this. I’ve felt a bit odd today, leading on from last night. I drew out and added colour to the start of the birthday card for my friend, and I was a bit disappointed in the work I had done and my mood just dropped. This morning I finished the card, pretty pleased with the finished product. Posted it off, walked Oliver around looking for an alternate post box to our local one. Then dad convinced me to go to town with him, and I ended up buying some Moomin books, Nina Stibbe’s fictional novel and some world stamps (for illustration inspiration) as well as helping with the shopping.
In-between all this I’ve been watching the new OITNB episodes that came out today, and I’ve been thinking a lot about internalised racism as a result. The way that society treats people, and the amount of power that white people have is crazy (I’m a white woman) and I am not perfect, not wholly good. I am problematic and I am working towards being a better person.
I get very affected emotionally by what I watch/read/consume, and this week has already been very immersive (Pulse shootings) so that might be why my mood is quite low.
I semi-passed up on a opportunity to go to Oxford tonight to visit a friend of a friend who goes to university there, but wasn’t completely hooked as I have work tomorrow and now I’m annoyed at myself for not going. I pass up too many opportunities. In my defence I’m not quite feeling like myself (my appetite is whack at the moment, eating too much) and I am skittish, I worry and I did not want to wake up early to leave Oxford for work.
I also went shopping (again) and let Oliver run around one of the hedged parks in Pittville which I haven’t done for a while, he has got a lot older but still does crazy 8′s!
I’m really enjoying writing these daily updates on this blog. Usually I can only keep a habit up for a few days, but I’m proud of myself for keeping this up. It’s light-hearted yet personal, and it kind of means something. I know I’ll enjoy looking back on these days, regardless of how trivial they are. I now have an overwhelming urge to read Scott Pilgrim, but alas my books are in Bournemouth.
P.S At my mum’s work they have a skeleton, and two of the departments have this little fun way going on where they dress the skeleton up, this is what my mum did.