Diary [4]

Changes no changes.

Hello everybody!

How are you? I missed you this Tuesday, but I’ve started my new job, and honestly, all my (already shaky) routines have been completely messed up.

I’ve been thinking, though, and I realized I need to change the blog's publication day. Tuesdays just aren’t working for me. Thursdays, though? Amazing. Have you ever stopped to think about how great Thursdays are? Honestly, they didn’t seem that great to me until I finally figured out which day was Tuesday and which was Thursday. It sounds ridiculous, but I used to mix them up all the time. I only really figured it out when I had to start publishing articles!

So, from now on, Thursdays are the new publishing day! Or, better yet, Thursdays are Column Day! Yup, you heard it right—every week, there’ll be a new column, so you can expect lots of new articles in the coming months.

And Sundays? They’ll be Diary Day. I’m going for a more spontaneous, less polished vibe on Sundays—fewer edits (from me), fewer drawings. I’ve noticed that by the time I finish writing and editing, my posts already feel kind of “old.” I’m still figuring it out, so bear with me!

I know I’m not great at this yet. The blog’s been up since last January, and this is only the fourth post (including this one). But trust me, I’ve got a vision. I promise.

Now, let’s talk about the big news—the new job! Ta-daaaan!

Honestly, I’m not sure what to think. It doesn’t even feel like a new job. I feel like I’ve been there forever, even though it’s just my first week. I thought I’d feel all “new beginning” vibes, but… nope. You know what I mean?

Every new beginning feels like anything could happen, but in the end, nothing really changes.

Change is weird. If you look closely, everything looks the same. Even from a distance, it still feels the same to me. But if I look at it from just the right distance—not too far, not too close—I can see (and feel) that a lot has changed. I’ve changed a lot. Maybe that’s it. My life still looks the same, but I’m not the same person.

I still need to lose weight. I still want to live abroad. I still have a million things to start and explore. But I’m not the same person I was two years ago. Or five years ago. I’ve changed a lot.

And yet, somehow, I’m still me. I feel like if all the different versions of myself met in an alternate dimension, we’d all get along. Some of them would probably be disappointed (looking at you, teenage me), but I think a few would be proud—at least about some things. Except the weight. Every version of myself, past and present, would be let down by that. But let’s not talk about that now, haha.

Anyway, this new beginning didn’t even feel like one. I think I’ve been robbed of my little delusional moment.

And that’s not cool.

Thanks for hanging out with me today. See you Thursday!

G.