RUST AND LENTEN FASTS HANGING IN THE BALANCE

North Of Italy, 6:46 PM

Yesterday, at some point, I clicked Save and published my first public entry here on MyDiary.net without overthinking it.
I posted it exactly as I had written it, except for names and places, of course.
I posted again this morning, and I think I’ll keep doing it.

I had been looking for a space like this for a long time — a place where, for once, words speak, not faces, designer clothes, or perfectly curated photos.
I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it yet, but one thing is certain: I don’t want to display a perfect life — quite the opposite.
In some way, I’m convinced that everyone has something worth telling, even those who constantly feel out of place in a world that is too loud and lacking depth.

As soon as I woke up, while a few birds were greeting the sun ☀️, I completed the Novena to Our Lady of Sorrows.
I didn’t miss a single day, which made me proud, considering perseverance isn’t exactly my strongest trait.
I cared about it deeply — it was mainly for James Van Der Beek and his family.
His passing shook me far more than I expected; I had the strange feeling of losing an old friend.

Around lunchtime, I went to my hairdresser 💇🏻, which basically saved most of my Saturday — otherwise it would have been lonely and desolate, as it often is.
The sun was warm, but the wind was still very fresh and slightly annoying 🍃.

Later, I finished watching Happiest Season on Amazon Prime, the movie they screened last night at the Arcigay event in my city.
Kristen Stewart is in it, and I also recognized an actor from Titanic, which was a pleasant surprise!
I felt seen and appreciated 🥰.

The only real inconvenience today was that, at one point, rusty water started coming out of the sink… and, well, the fact that I honestly don’t know whether I’ll manage to fast (in a broader sense) during this Lenten season.

Wish me luck!