So it’s taken me a good twenty-three years to work out that it’s okay to have a lazy day every now and then. Especially when it’s raining and miserable outside. While I was at uni, I didn’t really do days off, and tbh, if I did uni again I probably still wouldn’t do them (sorry Mum). But now that I’m a working gal, I’m learning to enjoy some time off. This morning started off with a leisurely cup of tea and a book in bed, which set me up nicely for a day of doing not a lot.
Having said that, today I did something else that seems to have taken me twenty-three years to do: I bought a proper handbag (actually I bought four to choose from because I’m ridiculously indecisive). When I say ‘proper’, I mean they weren’t just from H&M (not that there’s anything wrong with H&M – I love a good £3.99 T-shirt). Gone are the student days of lugging round a rucksack full of books wherever I go, the time has come to be a little more classy. Never mind the job and the driving, now I feel like a proper grown up.
I also took a leaf out of Deliciously Ella’s book and did some packed lunch prep. This literally involved steaming some butternut squash, emptying a can of black beans into a tupperware, and chopping up some salady bits, but it made me feel super organised and like I’m winning at life.
Speaking of winning at life, this week I have willingly participated in MULTIPLE social activities, which is actually pretty wild. I’ve joined a ‘Connect Group’ at church, and I feel as though I’ve been provided with a ready-made friendship group, which definitely made up for the anxiety I felt before going to the first meeting. I also saw my rowing pals in London yesterday, which was so much fun, not least because we hired Boris bikes and a pedalo and drank G&Ts by the Serpentine. A few months ago, my social life was verging on non-existent, so things are looking up.
Last time I blogged, an old friend messaged me after reading it and asked if I wanted to meet up for a coffee, which was a lovely surprise. We both admitted that we were a little nervous about it, not having seen each other for five years, but we had a really good time and discovered that we actually have a lot in common. I’m saying this partly to convince myself that people other than my parents read my blog, but also because it reminds me that something real and unexpected can come from these rambling, diary-entry posts. Also because I like going for coffee, so both old and new friends, hit me up.