Life has been slogging along and I've been mainly just writing in my physical journal and forgetting to blog. I don't think it matters too much but also I feel compelled to keep up with this practice.
Also yay to 100+ days.
I will say. I have been having nightmares about getting drunk and then having [redacted] tell me how much of a fuck up I am. I think it's less about the specific person and more about needing to tap into my own sense of radical forgiveness. I work hard toward self acceptance but I know that I have a lot of internal work to do.
I took on a new project at the women's center that I volunteer with. I'm going to set up their new library, which was the personal collection of their very inspiring founder. Hopefully once I'm done, we will have a reliable system for folks to check out books and a special collections library of high-value works that will stay in the center. I love books, so this is a very fun, low-key project for me that will hopefully benefit a lot of young women.
Revisiting my goals for the year, hoping to find some truth in that.