So here are two things I haven’t been doing lately:
- Writing fiction
- Reading fiction
And I really miss them both.
April was such a stressful month. And when I’m stressed, I tend to just lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. I know this is the worst thing to do. I know that, instead, you’re supposed to breathe deeply, go on walks, exercise, do yoga, take baths, read enjoyable books, etc. (And, for me, I could throw “write fiction” in there, because that’s usually a lot of fun for me.) But for some reason, when I’m stressed, I ignore all this good advice and just stare at the ceiling all night, making myself even more miserable.
But I’m coming out of my mood now.
And ready to just get out there and live and do enjoyable things again.
So first up — I need to load up my Kindle with some good (read: fun, upbeat) books to enjoy again.