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  • Three books that are waiting for me to be read

    Three books that are waiting for me to be read

    Still stressed out. New week. Same old stress. It got slightly better and then *boom*.

    So, I’m going to try to avoid it. How? By burrowing down with books. Because that will not solve anything but at the very least it might give me a respite.

    Here are five three books that I have physically and am going to read:

    The Curse of the boyfriend sweater is the first one. I brought this one with me on a weekend getaway trip, but ended up reading the other one on knitting I had first.

    – Let me flee into the lives of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds. Well, probably not – but for escape a couple of hours, sure. I liked Debbie Reynolds’ biography better than Fisher’s princess book, so it will be interesting to see where this may fall.

    The secret lives of colors. I’m fascinated by the concept, and I can think of at least a couple of other people who will be, too.

    Originally, it was going to be five. I have more than five. But I figured along the way that I should rather actually read a couple first. Then I can build on that for next month/week/whatever.

  • Stress

    Stress

    One of the triggers for my health issues, is, surprise – surprise, stressful situations or situations that send my mind into overdrive and I stress about. Mostly this is at certain points during the hormonal cycle, where everything seems more stressful and energy-sapping than usual. And my skin feels thinner and I take everything more personally than other people might.

    Because I have a particular hormonal disorder, I cannot necessarily know in advance when the physical impact will hit the hardest.

    It is also very difficult to plan stressful situations.

    It can be everything from an email I read, to a particular situation, to just basically existing and having to go somewhere. Or having to leave the bed on particular bad days.

    Fortunately the bad days have become quite far between, but they’re still here. Often enough to remind me that I should not take on too much. Often enough to keep me looking for a different job, a different house, a different life at times. And yet, I am happy. I am satisfied. I just bloody wish I had all the energy to trudge ahead and not let the stressful situations get to me so much.