In case anyone would like an update on my literary life, I’m pleased to report that I delved into Doris Lessing’s Children of Violence series over the winter holidays. I fittingly read Martha Quest while visiting family in Minnesota – my uncomfortably frustrated, bored, and overall adolescent feelings about the trip were well accompanied by the first novel in the series. I read A Proper Marriage, A Ripple from the Storm, and half of Landlocked while in Tulum. Lemme tell ya, ladies, post-breakup rebound fucks are great, but I highly recommend partaking in a rebound novel such as A Proper Marriage as well. Lessing usually makes me feel disturbed and alone, but on top of that, A Proper Marriage made me really glad I was single and not engaged, married, or – goddess forbid – pregnant or parenting. No offense to anyone who enjoys those things. (Side note: I also watched This is 40 the other night, which just compounded that feeling). Anyway, happy to be making a good amount of progress on my Doris Lessing project this month, and looking forward to the rest of the Children of Violence series. Lessing is more.
Kickass photo of me reading Lessing in Tulum by Carrie!
Happy New Year, internets.
Thanks to the best bout of mental health I’ve had in years, I’ve actually been enjoying this dark brooding period of self-reflection between the solstice and the new year (minus the five days I spent in the purgatory that is Minnesota). I’m not big on resolutions, but I do feel poised in front of something really good. The past few months led me here – the relationship that fell apart over the summer finally truly ended, and I aced the first class I’ve taken since the undergrad days. So my resolution is to be self-centered. I spent a couple years thinking about a relationship and my partner’s career instead of myself and my own career. I entertained escapist fantasies about starting communes and having babies instead of acquiring the skills and education I’ll need to get out there and do my thing. So, fuck codependent relationships, marriage, and babies. Cheers to my job, my education, my friends, my cat, my work ethic, my goals, my restlessness, and my creative energy.
I’m heading to Tulum for a week with Carrie – HI CARRIE! – to read Doris Lessing on the beach, guzzle margaritas, and loll about in the ocean. Then it’s back to winter, work, and shitloads of sewing.