What is your thing?
Day 2 - Well, what is my thing? If we are considering interests, that is easy. I've always had a fascination with anything Italian - food, fashion, language, history, geography. I love classic musical movies and Holywood glam - vintage glamour, ball gowns. I've always been a bit old-fashioned like that. I love books and reading; I was a bookworm growing up, I think partly because I was very shy and it is very much an individual past time. I would read all my library books in a weekend in my bedroom and then have to spend the next week either rereading them or waiting until Saturday to go and get more. I've said before I have always wanted to be a writer - I think this came from a childhood obsession with Enid Blyton and Agatha Christie. Academically, I enjoy history and literature.
What is my stillness or joy? I don't know. I feel like my depression has taken a lot of my stillness and joy from me. I find it difficult to motivate myself to take interest in things; when I do it is usually for a short, but intense, period of time. I could say my stillness is sleep, or rest. A day in bed is a joy for me, snoozing and reading and thinking and dreaming. I chastise myself for being lazy but I suppose this is a kind of therapy for me. When I am well rested and away from the demands of everyday life then I am a much happier person. I think this is why holidaying is so attractive to me!
So, how do I resist being true to myself? I don't know what my true self is anymore. I know that people easily identify my interests and likes, so I must wear them very visibly. I don't know if I don't accept my true self, maybe? I find that not working is giving me time to just be, and I think that after 24 years of working and studying that maybe I am now being true to myself by undertaking this journey to rid myself of negativity and develop a feeling of contentment and acceptance with my life.
What is my stillness or joy? I don't know. I feel like my depression has taken a lot of my stillness and joy from me. I find it difficult to motivate myself to take interest in things; when I do it is usually for a short, but intense, period of time. I could say my stillness is sleep, or rest. A day in bed is a joy for me, snoozing and reading and thinking and dreaming. I chastise myself for being lazy but I suppose this is a kind of therapy for me. When I am well rested and away from the demands of everyday life then I am a much happier person. I think this is why holidaying is so attractive to me!
So, how do I resist being true to myself? I don't know what my true self is anymore. I know that people easily identify my interests and likes, so I must wear them very visibly. I don't know if I don't accept my true self, maybe? I find that not working is giving me time to just be, and I think that after 24 years of working and studying that maybe I am now being true to myself by undertaking this journey to rid myself of negativity and develop a feeling of contentment and acceptance with my life.
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