I have this thing for disco balls where I feel the need to fill my house with them. Seriously, I have two full disco balls already, plus that lampshade that I’ve been using as a plant decoration, and now I’ve added a plant pot to the mix. Even though I have quite a few different ones, I definitely see myself getting more in the future. There are colourful ones out there, too! I just really adore the way light bounces off of them throughout the day depending on where I’ve placed them. The novelty hasn’t worn off on me yet, so let’s hope it never does.

Today I have my second batch of interviews for the social media role I’m trying to fill for my business. I feel like things went just as smooth as yesterday and it’s really been good practice for me on a social level, too. Talking to so many people back-to-back can give me a lot of anxiety, but I felt relatively chill during all of my calls this afternoon! Plus, it really helped that I was super organised beforehand. Tomorrow I’ve got a few more interviews in the afternoon, so hopefully those go smoothly, too.

I had a dream last night where my mom ended up in possession of a thrift store for whatever reason. In the dream, I was annoyed at her for marking up the price of a display cabinet two-hundred percent, and then later in the dream I found out that she sold my beloved Playmobil victorian dollhouse for around two-hundred thousand dollars. I actually did used to have that dollhouse and it was one of my most cherished belongings until it was put into storage and then our storage unit was auctioned off when we couldn’t pay for it. In my dream, I was so angry with my mom for selling the dollhouse that I went up to confront her at her house while she was having a social gathering with some friends. When I wouldn’t leave her alone, she grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors and stabbed my dream-self right in the back.

I remember waking up, as I often do when I have a really memorable dream, struggling to shake those strong emotions. Man, sometimes my subconscious can be really subtle or abstract with metaphors, but last night it really spelled it out for me, haha. I don’t need a shrink to tell me I have mommy issues, that’s for sure! Although it would be useful to deal with them so that maybe I don’t have to start my day off in a pool of sweat.