5 Ways to Waste Your Time // Letters to October (2)

Dear October,

Why is it that when you’re busiest, the mind wanders to all sorts of possibilities? I could be reading right now. I could be watching a film. I could be on a boat, exploring the world. But the moment the opportunity to do all those things appears, none of it seems as exciting anymore. The world stills and all the possibilities blur into one.

During these still days, I have done few of the excellent things I had planned to whilst writing my dissertation or moving houses. I have not finished reading all the books I own or completed all my mindfulness colouring books, I haven’t finished every film in the world, nor learnt every song on the ukulele.

Instead, I have found some very good ways to waste my precious free time.

1. Worry about the past

This one is my favourite. Reach back in your memory, as far as you like, and pick apart every single mistake you think you made. Think about what could have been if only you’d known better, how great it would be if you could have a do-over, or just settle into the misguided notion that the past was better than the future will ever be. It won’t be productive at all, but it’s great if you’re looking to become nice and grumpy.

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Books I’ve Read This Year

This year, my reading target was set at a very ambitious… *drumroll* 22. I know. Please hold the applause until the end of the post.

Because I didn’t read for myself much during my university years, I thought I would ease back into it and keep my target relatively reachable. And now, (a bit more than) halfway into the year, I have reached half my target. So in order to celebrate not totally failing, here is a quick recap of the books I have read so far this year.

IMG_70751. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Let me start off by saying re-reads count. Even though this book is my favourite in the series, I had only read it once, so I started the year off with it. Reading it again after several years was like experiencing it for the first time, and I loved it.

It gets 4.5/5 Roonil Wazlibs.

2. I’ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella

True to Sophie Kinsella style, this book was lighthearted, funny, and a cute little romantic comedy to get stuck into. The moments between the love interests were lovely and not too overdone. Whilst I didn’t like Poppy quite as much as some of Kinsella’s other characters (especially Rebecca Bloomwood from Confessions of a Shopoholic), I did enjoy her story overall. 

3.5/5 stars.

3. Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

I read this one so fast so I could finish it before watching the film. The dialogue read as very natural — which I think is always a difficult task — and certain moments in the correspondence between Simon and Blue were so cute.

On the other hand, the pace dragged at some points. Although Blue’s mysterious identity kept me reading, the plot didn’t engage me quite as much as I wish it had. That being said, I was happy to see diverse characters. Yay for diverse characters.

3.5/5 Oreos.

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Coping with Comparison

Boy, I will do anything for a bit of alliteration.

But alliteration aside (see what I did there?), today I am coming to you with some thoughts about comparison. I’m sure most of us have subjected ourselves to this at one point or another in our lives: looking at ourselves, or at something we’ve done, and undermining it because someone else is further or seemingly better off.

In my first year of university, I lived about ten minutes away from central campus. The path I took every day led me through a scening route, but it could also be secluded. Aside from listening to music and admiring nature, I was pretty much left to my thoughts.

IMG_0689The view on my walk, every day for a year. Not bad!

Sometimes on my walk, there would be people in front of me. Not that I competed with them, but thinking about how far they were never really helped me in any way. Still, if I was particularly tired or half-asleep after a night of sleep deprivation, I found myself wishing I was where they were.

Other times I felt completely alone and wondered why I was the only one on that path. I looked around only to realise that there were others behind me.

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