Self-Ashtualisation

   Hi everyone 💖 How are you (booked up) today? Are you all booked up by work or by books? If it’s the former, you are in the right place and if it’s the latter, by what books – fiction or non-fiction? If you have been reading too much non-fiction and need a break to prevent your no-longer-all-fired-up-brain from being all fried up, check out this post , in which I recommend eleven electric novellas under 200 pages that will hopefully help you relax, restore and/or reset your brains, so that you are back on your productive feet. If you have been reading too much fiction and desperately in need of a dramatic change of scene or a change of the dramatic scene you keep finding yourself finding however, I can assure you, without an ounce of doubt, that you are reading the right post indeed.    ‘Wait, what about us, those who are far from booked up in any sense of the phrase? Have you forgotten us, you foolish writer of this post, hmm?’ That, my friends, is the sound of the Greek chorus

I had never started a journey – or rather two, since one was physical and the other mental – feeling depleted before, but somehow on 23 Aug 2022, a Tuesday, I did. The stress I had been feeling had lasted for a few days, though Tuesday was in fact the better day compared to those that preceded it. Two hours before I headed to Fok Wah Seafood Restaurant for lunch, I had been reflecting and journaling, examining what had, to be a little melodramatic, gone wrong in my life – what had made me feel stuck. My reflection eventually led me to the decision to change my blogging schedule. It was an empowering decision, but two hours later, sitting in the car, I thought my valid concerns about the possible risks of changing my schedule would not go away anytime soon. Little did I expect a simple meal in a Chinese restaurant could prove me wrong in (such a peaceful or rather peacefull, so-called misspelling intended) style…   My family and I arrived at the spacious, air-conditioned restau