Is it too late to say Happy New Month?
I’m not usually the type to wish “happy new month” every single time. It feels repetitive, and it doesn’t really change anything, but here you go. Happy new month, guys.
So I was watching a TikTok on the last day of June. The creator was all like, “Yay, last day of the month!” very celebratory, very excited. And I just thought about it and pitched the thought to my elder sister. Like, every month it’s the same thing: “Yay, month end!” Then the next day, “Happy New Month! Blah blah blah,” like clockwork. I don’t know, I just find it boring. I'm tired of January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, and December. I need something new, something different. A few days later, a friend texted me to wish me a Happy new month, and I told him what I typed above. And he said, “I know what depression sounds like when I hear it; I studied psychology.” So I guess I’ll just keep what’s in my head to myself (and maybe here on the blog, sha). That’s the plan for now.
A few updates, shall we?
I randomly found a beautiful album by Bruno Major called To Let a Good Thing Die. Every song there? Hit. Very calming. I think it has maybe a few breakup songs and mostly love songs. Just soft, and I want everybody to listen to it.
Something I'm excited for this month is physiotherapy. I’ve never done physiotherapy in my life; I don’t even know what the room looks like. There's a backstory to this, and I'm not ready to talk about it yet, but knowing me, I'll probably yap about it later, and it could be educational. I’m just excited to see the equipment and maybe have the opportunity to work out my legs, I guess.
I got new anklets! I’m not a jewellery person; I started learning how to accessorise last year, but I love waist beads and anklets. Had just one bead on my ankle before; now I’ve stacked it up to four. My ankle is looking very colourful, and I'm sorry, I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it so much. I was even telling my sister I want like ten on one ankle. I also want the kind that I can tie, the kind that has rope that dangles down my foot. I have the vision in my head. It’s just to bring it to life.
I started and finished the finale of You at the start of this month. And let’s be real, Joe Goldberg deserves worse than what he got. Life imprisonment? For that man? No oh. He deserves to be put in his cage; he deserves something slow, something painful, something that will make him beg for life. Sorry. He should see his life drain from him for about a month or two. That's what Joe Goldberg deserves.
I got new skincare products! And you know how giddy we used to be as children when our parents got us something new, like a schoolbag, and we wouldn't take it off? That’s how I feel now. Fingers crossed it works. If it doesn’t, I’ll still use it, sha, because money has been spent. I'll give feedback, maybe.
Oh! I joined a WhatsApp book club last month, but I'm the only Nigerian in the group. We read You Killed Me First by John Marrs. It was so good I planned to read it over five days but finished in one sitting. This month we’re having a proper book discussion over video call. I’ve never done that before. I have only read with friends, and we’d gist about the book as we went. I don’t know what it’ll be like, especially with people who don’t understand Nigerianese. So I’m kind of excited and kind of anxious about it.
So yeah, that’s my new month's housekeeping.
What is everyone up to? What are we listening to? What are we reading? What are we watching?
Talk to me.