I know I've said it before, nevertheless, I think it's always beneficial to recap. I set sail on my blog voyage as a cathartic way to liberate some head space -to get it all out there (lord help me, and perhaps you) and indulge my ramblings. But possibly, more often than not, offload and sometimes have a good moan.
Don't ever give up on love. One thing I believe to be true is that, life is ALWAYS conspiring on our behalf, and I have absolutely no regrets in any of it, no matter how hard it got (and boy did it get hard!!). Keep the faith, keep looking ahead and allow your heart to soften, and your dreams to blossom. Don't let life toughen you too much, often when there is a heartbreak it can be a blessing in disguise to allow an even better match in to your life.
Is there such a thing as an instant pick me up? When you've been feeling glum for a few days, what can you do to get your mojo back? I'm usually a pretty positive person. For me the cup is always half full. But I'll be honest, of late I'm struggling a little. Politics and economics haven't helped. Some personal decisions to make have compounded it.
I wouldn't like to assume what the Night Tube is going to be like but after once speaking to the ticket inspector on the high speed service from St Pancras International to Strood, I understand that the later the service, the more unpleasant the experience. He nick named that service the Vomit Comet, which I think dangerously glamourises it.
We've all been there and felt the numbing ache in pit of our stomach when a relationship comes to an end. Whether or not you knew deep down it wasn't meant to be or whether you were the person who ended things, it rarely makes a difference. You're sad, you're hurt and you're also committed to making the next few months the most painful, and memorable, for yourself.
You could take away every positive non-drinking has ever given me. You could bring back into my life every negative that dissolved as a non drinker. I'd cope with them all. Everything except the itching. The feeling of having never had enough. I will never, ever stand for such a feeling in my life again. Nothing is worth that.
I wrote in December about doing Christmas brilliantly. I hope everyone did and had a great time. Part of that ramble was saying that Christmas is an opportunity to end the year well and start a new one well. Ending something well has become a bit of a theme over the last few weeks for a number of reasons.
I got my other wishes. Today I dressed myself. Fed myself. Left my flat and walked. I never take those things for granted. They will remain a privilege, rather then a right, for the rest of my life. Not because I believe they will go away. But because they are part of a long list of things I am overwhelmingly thankful for every day.