In the absence of any solo trips hither or thither here’s an apparently rather boring post.
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I hope you’ve had a great weekend. Mine’s been fine, thanks for asking.
Actually, it’s been better than fine. I’ve spent time doing all the things which make me happy – I finished reading a book which I’ve enjoyed immensely, I listened to music, I watched a movie which made me cry, I painted, I danced, I made good food, I drank a little wine, I cuddled my crazy cat and I saw one of my loveliest, dearest friends whom I adore.
I also did a little adventuring. Way back when, I used to harp on about the wonder of mini adventures – meaning shlepping about this place or that willy-nilly during the weekends I actually happened to be in the country.
Now, it seems, mini (perhaps even micro) adventures are what I live for.
Continue reading “So long for a little while”
In my previous post I was really happy to report heaps of positivity about what’s been going on in my life and how I was feeling about it all. Despite the world continuing to be a really shit place it felt great to be able to share so many sunny snippets, no matter how seemingly inconsequential they were.
But my newly-adopted mother-earth optimism also brought me to the conclusion that I’ve been horribly self-centred these past few months.
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A very dear friend gave me this a few weeks ago. She’d drawn it especially for me.
I absolutely love it.
What a wonderful thing for a friend to do and, indeed say!
I’ll be honest. I didn’t recognise that person in the picture as me.
Perhaps partly because I don’t have much in the way of self-esteem.
But also because it doesn’t even come close to representing who I am right now.
I’ve had a particularly challenging time of it during the past 12 months.
Add in a terrifying, global disaster and I have been, understandably, a mess.
To boot, I certainly haven’t had a figure like THAT in a VERY long time, hahaha!
Rewinding to my last post four weeks ago, you may remember that I decided I wasn’t going to be a pandemic prisoner anymore.
I was determined not to let anxiety win.
I had to get my wonderful old, spirited self back.
In short, I knew that I wanted to look at least a little bit more like the girl in the drawing.
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