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The first time I read this book, I didn’t need it; I had succumbed to my lot and was in the middle of a post-uni, quarter-life crisis transitional period, but felt as though I was on my way.
The second time I read this book, I really needed it; looking back, I was in the middle of a dark spell, miserable in what my routine had become and was very stagnant within.
Once upon a time, when I was still at university, this blog had a series entitled ‘1 Book, 1 Week’. Despite the best of intentions, ‘1 Book, 1 Week’ failed, primarily because I failed to read that one book in the one week. So, let’s begin again, and scrap that title. From now on, let’s just refer to the reading of books as ‘bookage’, so I can write the sentence ‘This week (or month) I had a bookage’, and I can snigger into my tea with a bit of self-satisfaction (I’m lame).
Either way, this is going a bit off tangent.
Semester 2 of my third year of university is upon us! Which means my educational life will end in approximately 4-5 months for the foreseeable future. Scary thoughts, right? Admittedly, I have mixed emotions about it all, being excited to pursue the life I want to lead and be consumed by projects that excite me (or potentially end up in a dead end, unsatisfying 9 to 5 if all that goes to pot), but also being very attached to education. Since the age of 4, it has been all I have known, my entire life has been structured by it, and it maintains a sense of comforting security from which I am about to be thrown out in the cold.
Less invasive than a diary entry and potentially more productive too, welcome to my Week In Pages, a place where I can say to anonymous cyber denizens that I’ll be ticking this, this and this off my ‘to do’ list in an attempt to actually blackmail myself into doing them too! Read More