okay, it's almost august. so i think it's safe to say that depression won this fucking round when it comes to how the entre summer got eaten up by the big sads. i feel so guilty about it: how little I biked, how little I socialized, how little I read or wrote for fun. but I can't do anything with guilt and guilt isn't worth much at all if it doesn't serve as some kind of undercurrent for making a change.
here are the small things that were good this summer: i submitted an article for consideration to an academic journal. i finished chapter two of my dissertation. i read (and continue to read) a fuck ton of academic books because (don't ask me why) i can't make myself read for fun but i can read for work and i'm really, really enjoying a lot of it (my favorite read thus far has been The Racist Fantasy by Todd McGowan). I watched some of the movies in my romance homework list (my two favorites have been When Harry Met Sally and Roman Holiday). i helped my youngest sisters with their sweet sixteen!
I've got to get into high gear with respect to the next steps. i need to read the next book I'm writing my dissertation on. I need to send some important emails to professors at my phd program. i need to re-enroll in health care. i need to start making my syllabuses.
and then there's the stuff i want: i want to write some fanfiction! i want to watch more movies! i want to respond to people for whom I owe them responses because they are my friends and i love them, even if sometimes this weird summer depression really does rob me of any stamina to talk to people.
i can do this in small steps. maybe not all at once, maybe not perfectly or everyday. but slowly. with patience. i just want to stop avoiding everything i know i need and want to do, because the avoidance creates guilt and then paralysis and we're back to step 1. so, small steps. one small step starting today. i'm gonna send an email.