I’m spiraling. I’ve started watching Gilmore Girls. Again. It is comfort food for the eyes and I’m in a waking coma. It is not only exhaustion. I’m going through something, I’m just not completely sure what. All my explanations feel too banal.
But maybe I am. Banal. Whoever said that when I plunge into a crisis, it will be for profound reasons? I’m not special. I bleed, just like the rest of them. Sometimes things are exactly what they seem. That can be hard enough to deal with already.
Well. I cooked dinner for my cousins and their children today. Two two-year-olds. Nothing can pull you back to the present moment like children yelling for your attention.
And then I went for an evening swim. The lake was still, the sun was going down and the smell of the water calming. Cleansing. Biking home barefoot. Summer evenings. Everyone deserves a break occasionally, even when while going through stuff.
Katja Malmborg 