Another goal of mine was to read more books. I accomplished this as well, finishing an incredible four books in a single week. I didn’t keep a tally, which was a mistake on part, but it’s safe to say I read all or part of ten books this month.I never did figure out how to write a good cover letter, and I’ve also run dry on my job search. This is just as well, because I have no clue what I want to be when I grow up.
Insomnia still owns me. This is nothing new.Looked at loads of old pictures this month, and remembered a lot of happy and sad times. I hate being photographed so I hope I don’t look back on this period of my life and wonder where I was.
I reacquainted myself with some of my favorite artists. It takes a lot of good music in order to write one of my novels. I also watched quite a few movies this month—some good, some simply mediocre.As for rediscovering honesty? It’s an ongoing process for me, and I imagine it is for you, too.
Currently listening to “When Did You Stop Loving Me” by George Strait