Chins are up
So, I realize going back through my last few posts, they have been a bit grim. And dreary. And bitchy. As I sat down to make a new post about how bad I was feeling after my last treatment last Friday, I realized all I've been doing is complaining. And yes, a little bit of complaining is acceptable, I think, in this situation. But I can't complain all the time, that will drag me down into a place not easy to come back from. I know from past experience. So I'm going to try to make this post a little more upbeat. Or at least less bitchy.
The thing that's bringing me the most joy right now is reading. I am finally getting to sit down and do all the reading I've wanted, the way I used to during summer break from school. So I'm taking full advantage of it. Right now I'm reading The True Darcy Spirit, third in a series of books written about the children and relative of the Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth. They are fantastically fun books, I'm really enjoying them. Next, of course, is Twilight to prepare for Breaking Dawn. Then I might reread Northanger Abbey or Sanditon. I'm bouncing around on what I'm reading right now, sometimes I can settle down into one genre or author, but not right now. I'm too jumpy for some reason. I'm also craving rereading Sarah Dessen's books. I try to reread her once a year or so.
So, while not fully happy, that wasn't so depressed either. And I'm feeling better thinking about all the fun reading I have ahead of me, for the next few months anyway. That's a nice thought...
The thing that's bringing me the most joy right now is reading. I am finally getting to sit down and do all the reading I've wanted, the way I used to during summer break from school. So I'm taking full advantage of it. Right now I'm reading The True Darcy Spirit, third in a series of books written about the children and relative of the Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth. They are fantastically fun books, I'm really enjoying them. Next, of course, is Twilight to prepare for Breaking Dawn. Then I might reread Northanger Abbey or Sanditon. I'm bouncing around on what I'm reading right now, sometimes I can settle down into one genre or author, but not right now. I'm too jumpy for some reason. I'm also craving rereading Sarah Dessen's books. I try to reread her once a year or so.
So, while not fully happy, that wasn't so depressed either. And I'm feeling better thinking about all the fun reading I have ahead of me, for the next few months anyway. That's a nice thought...