My week as an introvert #1

This is a weekly diary series of the struggles of not being able to always speak your mind.

This week was a rollercoaster, and I'm not exaggerating.

Tuesday: 
 I returned to the gym classes on Tuesday where everyone was apparently in the mood for chit-chat and kept on asking questions about my mentorship, which is not the kind of conversation you want before a yoga session. Chit-chat is just the worst for me "what are your plans for the future" "how are the studies going" can't they ask me something a little more miscellanous like: "who is your favourite author?" or "Which Cary Grant film do you enjoy the most?". The rest of the day was fine, I stayed home and worked on a bit of my Afrikaans. "Hoe gaan dit?"

Wednesday:
Wednesday was a better day for me. I attended gym class with a big smile on my face as I found out that I passed all my exams and to celebrate I got 16 books for the low low price of R500. I also celebrate with nutella, enough said. It was one of those days where I felt confident and invincible.

Thursday:
This was probably the worst day for me. I got in a huge fight with my mom, I was stressing about my application for my degree in August and I had a huge headache. Not a day that should ever be repeated.

Friday:
This day was chilled. Went to a circuit training class with my sister, ate popcorn and watched Episodes and hashed things over with my mom.


-Heather McIntosh
@heatherluvpink