The thing about having a boring life is, you don't really have much to say about it. Seriously. Every time someone asks me "what's new?" in real life, my answer is almost always "not much". I could tell them about the lovely things I thrifted recently, or the new houseplants I just bought, or the bread or cake or cookies I baked last Friday, or what an amazing country Iceland is, but the people that I know in real life (except for the husband, who is my biggest and only fan) aren't interested in any of those. Trust me, I tried telling them all those things. All I got in return was a blank stare.

I'm really behind in my blogging this month. The thing is, when I'm anxious about something, I just don't feel like writing. I read that writing it down might help with reducing the anxiety. Unfortunately, my brain doesn't work that way. Writing takes too much of me in times of anxiety. Or anxiety takes too much of me that I don't have the energy to write. I think the latter is more likely.