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Hi, lovely people,

I feel like this year Autumn sort of sneaked up on us. I came back from Latvia and a week later I had to put my warm coat and boots on. Do you think this year nature just looked at us, realised it's not really safe for us to enjoy the sunshine and instead of teasing us just went- "Eh, I might just end the Summer a month early this year..."?

You might say it is a poor opening to a blog post, talking about weather. Nevertheless, here I am - and I think I have earned the right to do so. This time of the year has always been very special to me as I have noted in multiple posts before. When I was younger, Autumn brought not only crisp air but school and being able to see friends again. In my early twenties it meant going back to Scotland for the university semester to begin. And two years ago it meant coming to London to start a new, scary, exciting chapter of my life.


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Hi, my friends,

Even though the Pandemic has put a pause on a lot of things around us, time definitely isn't one of them. It is rushing by as fast as ever. In this world where every day there is a new "semi-shocking to extremely shocking" piece of information to take in, it almost feels like we are chasing that one day of peace and normality. I worry that with everything going around us we will soon become numb to a lot of painful things. And news of mass deaths and murders will just be as normal to hear as "How are you?".    

Since I last wrote the world, my own and external, has changed(a little bit). In the outside world the lid has come off on some issues we as human race have hid and ignored either because we thought they weren't our issues or because it was just too much to deal with. In my personal "world" I have returned to work now a little while ago, my furlough only lasting three weird but necessary weeks.


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Hi, my dear friends,

Last time I wrote to you It had been my 4th week in self-isolation. Now I am approaching the two month mark of what I have now almost fully accepted as normal. It is such a surreal feeling, this new life that revolves around home, self-care, studying, staying connected to family and friends. Thoughts of work, office politics, London, plans, goals, worrying about other people and their opinions have been replaced by content, family, friends, my own needs and "wants". It is humiliating to me that only at nearly 27 I am waking up as a person and doing what my body needs. For first time, I am not only saying, but I am actually doing so -  living the truth of putting myself first as much as I can during this time. 

And no, it wasn't an easy transition, and it still isn't as I feel guilty for not working, for not thinking about work during and past work hours. As my brain had created this habit, of constant burn - go, go, go.  I feel guilty as I feel responsible to people and work left behind while I am being furloughed. But do I miss the act of it? Honestly?