✖ is there a personal limit to festivals?

✖ is there a personal limit to festivals?

• Sunday, 14 July 2019

I'm with the dirty mouth girls. The ones with bare feet, brilliant minds, messy hair, wild hearts and feisty spirits. The ones who aren't afraid to speak up and who live for doing what they've been told is impossible.

This week has been a tough one for me. I've been still recovering from the Ruisrock festival from last weekend, which was plain work to me, to be honest. On Friday I might have enjoyed one overpriced apple cider at the festival area, waiting to be escorted to the backstage on the next day because there were so many people out there. Ruisrock is one of the biggest festivals in Finland, and fuck it's been organised damn well. I'm about to tell you more about that later, but I was blessed to be able to work as a backstage host assistant for the weekend, and it was one of the best things I've ever stumbled myself upon to.

While I've been sleeping, a lot, insomnia has turned up its ugly head. I know, ironic huh? So while I'm trying to get my sleeping pattern in order, I'm also preparing myself for my best friend's festival themed birthday party next weekend, and for a smaller rock festival on the weekend after that. It's been one hell of a summer, and each morning I wake up I remember the words I said a few months back: "if I survive through this summer alive, I can survive from pretty much anything." It's been keeping me going. And imagine I have it rough, my best friend hasn't been at her home for weeks. She must be feeling a massive relief when she gets to her own bed after six weeks in Turku. I still haven't seen her new flat tho, I'm going to have to add a visit to Turku on my to-do list for the rest of the summer.

Before you ask, there isn't really a point for this blog post. Or if there is, it's me trying to explain why I disappeared from all the socials (except from Instagram, it's so easy to post there!) and the blog. But I'm here to get my shit together and starting to write again. Or at least I'm trying.

Two more festivals, one layout for a student magazine, a few more photo shoots and still trying to figure out how to cover this month's expenses. It's funny when you switch jobs. The first salary was a bit too small to leave me 150€ below zero whilst trying to cover my monthly expenses. Perhaps I gather a few bottles from here and there, sell something I don't need anymore and empty the piggie bank.

It's one hell of a couple weeks ahead of me. Let's do this.