"It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts."

Sorry for the long break, but it's been kind of a long week, even if not that eventful. My therapist is having a series of family emergencies, so I haven't been to therapy for a month, and it's starting to show. I'm having this fits of feeling guilty for not reaching the crazy high standards I set for myself, and then I work myself into panic. Luckly Tati knows how to handle me when I get like that, and she talked me out of it. Still, I can't wait for the next session, whenever it may be.

Yesterday we went together to see The Wind Rises at the cinema that recently opened two minutes from my home. I'd already seen it twice through not so legal ways, but it was Tati's first time. She cried so much it looked like somebody had punched her, it was a tiny bit scary. Still, I was crying my fair share too. That movie is so, so beautiful, but god, it's heartbreaking.

Lately I've been doing some spring cleaning, to get my mind off some real life stuff concerning mom that's getting me really nervous. There's something truly cathartic about cleaning up, throwing old stuff away, making room on the shelves. It's exhausting but very rewarding.