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It’s okay to feel sad. I blame the weather. This past week has really brought on the winter feels. Usually I’m excited about winter – there’s the annual Southern Right Whale migration, fire pit evenings, and the chance to retreat into our homes and bit and slow things down. However, this year it feels different. There’s a hurried and nervous vibration in the air and it’s all because I am nearing the end of my candidature. So very near indeed, but it feels so far away still – there is so much to do.
Last night, watching someone's 'reading my old diary entries' video prompted me to do the same. I got out my old journals, and wanted to find some resemblance with my old self. In the pages, I discovered dream anecdotes, meditations on my current reads, brief allusions to the stress of an essay, and of course, declarations of being in love. Sure, there was something naive about it—as if I was aware that I would look back on these one days, I seemed determined to narrativise my days and feelings—but there were some sentiments that I felt truly thrived from being written down.
Now that winter is here I’ve noticed that I’ve been spending the great majority of all the days of the weeks this month, sitting down. It’s getting cold and instead of sitting down at a park with my laptop to work on my thesis, I’ve just been working at my desk, in the warm comfort of the indoors.