First week of university is over, and I'm getting more and more settled into all the new ways. I'm enjoying pouring my heart and soul into new and exciting courses and people and events, whilst trying to make sure that I take care of myself and don't take on more than I can handle. I'm still on a slippery slope on my way back from everything that's gone on, and it's so easy to think I'm ok and forget that I'm really not entirely. Not yet, at least. But I'm not complaining, not at all. I'm so enjoying uni life, seeing and being with people that excite and engage me, and mostly just feeling good. Not just ok. But good.
This week's moment: After my workout yesterday I was walking through Brighton all dolled up on endorfins, and decided to take the route through the Pavillion gardens. The sun was setting, the air was crisp, the buskers were playing their music and the view was just... Well you can see it all above. It's fair to say I fell in love with my city all over again.
This week's quote: Last night I called Oscar at 0.30 in the morning. We don't talk that often, but when we do we don't just chat, but really talk. About what we're going through and how we can help each other and how fucking scary and unfair and amazing and brilliant life is. And I told him about everything that's gone on. How much shit I have to go through and deal with to be ok again. And he said; 'I'm so sorry about all this, Frida. On behalf of all men, I'm sorry.'. And when I told him that he doesn't have to be sorry, I mean, it's not his fault, he replied; 'It's not, but someone should be sorry.'.
This week's highpoint: I was asked as Women's Officer to come to the Role Models Project - uni students go to local schools to talk about issues related to growing up that schools don't teach you - on campus to facilitate a workshop on sexism and gendered stereotypes that we wish we'd known about when we were growing up. It just left me feeling so good about myself, leading a talk on a subject I know so well, and talking and discussing it with amazingly interesting and enganged people. I also got to wear my Women's Officer lanyard. God I love that lanyard.
This week's food: Is probably yet to come. I'm going out with Phil and Laura on Sunday for a traditional Sunday Roast, right before Laura and I go to try out fencing. Just because why not.
This week's lowpoint: When I was standing outside coop crying because I couldn't find any pesto. Well, there was more to it, of course it was. But at that point the lack of pesto just felt like the end of the world. Until Ross looked me in the eye and said 'Frida, you're an independent woman. You don't need coop. We can go to Sainsbury's instead.'. And so we did. And then I went home and had pesto pasta.
This week's music: I'm listening to a lot of music right now, to calm down or pump myself up or just to pass time, and this week's song is gonna have to be Fighter with Christina Aguilera. When it shuffled up on my playlist the other day it sent chills down my spine. Am gonna try to incorporate some more of that kind of aggressive and unforgiveable power in my life.