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Update: 5 Things On The 5th (April 2020)

I was actually thinking to myself last night, being 32 is more exciting than being 31. I think it's because I'm really ready to leave the past year behind. There is so much that has happened that me at this point last year wouldn't even recognize me. And it's not just because I finally got new glasses this year. I think I really made the changes that I needed to.

That said, now I have to try and scrounge up five things that happened this month because I literally did not leave my house:
  1. I started doing my therapy online. I was a little nervous at first, but thankfully it worked really well.
  2. Oh! I did Camp NaNoWriMo, and I wrote a novella. I will share it at some point, just not now.
  3. On that note, I had a friend start a writing challenge, and I worked on it. It very nicely kept me busy for a good long while, to the point where I actually posted it on my Wattpad.
  4. I wrote a little bit of music, but you didn't hear that from me.
  5. I got into a new K-Pop boy band, but mostly because they are also under Big Hit, and because I know that means they're safe. I'm not sure it will ever stop being triggering, but that's ok.

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