This week it’s a little bit of work, work, hospital, shopping, work, break, dinner, dinner and then probably a day where I spend my time trying to catch up with things but not actually. This week is busy and next week will be busy but then I’ll be on a break period until the new year rolls in.

I picked up some extra hours for tomorrow (I’ll need them to pay for the double dinners) but I’m not sure how many hours I’ll be doing on the Thursday. I’ll be getting one of my last injections on the Wednesday (final injection in January) and after that my sister is taking me shopping for clothes and shoes for my birthday (because it’s time for a new wardrobe, and she wants to pick what I’ll wear on my graduation). The rest of the week will be filled with me trying to pull together the thousand strings linked to my to-do lists and wrapping them up in a nice and neat bow.

It’s my birthday at the end of the week and so that’s exciting. I’ll be a crisp 25. I’m looking forward to spending dinner with those close to me. It’s something that I often reflect on while we’re all around the table; the fact that I am where I am in life. It’s a bit hard to put into words, especially without context, but to be able to have people I love and trust around me and to just enjoy myself is something that I am grateful for.

The job hunt continues and DND is on break until February next year. My current projects have been shifting a little because I’ve started rifling through old work, but I am more or less trying to focus on what I’ve mentioned. Although, I have been thinking that in 2021 I should start focusing my attention on projects that at least have a substantial amount of work already done on them. I have a bad habit of being carried away by what moves me at the time, like the wind. But, I guess that’s normal for an artist, I imagine.

In my free time, I should dissect myself as a writer a bit more. Hopefully it’ll give me a big shove of motivation and get me back to how I used to be … but better at it. I think I’ve found the starting places for a lot of questions they tell us to ask ourselves in uni, and now that I’m on the scent, I’m both eager for and afraid of the hunt. It’s as if unpacking things about yourself is like opening one of those cans with the spring spiders in them.