It’s been awhile. What awhile.
I hope my readers have had a good start to the year. My good start was a little delayed, due to the boob incident, the burglary, a bungling-drunken-meltdown and Boy-related mortification, and other things beginning with B, mostly the Blues. But… all things pass… the end of my world was not nigh, as I’d catastrophised. I’d even written my will (leaving it all to the cats, sisters & nieces/nephews).
Sometimes, all a girl needs when the world is caving in is some hiding time, so I hibernated in the cat-cave, and licked my wounds for a bit. My true friends gave me my space, but came to the cat-cave to commiserate (& watch sci-fi with me, and feed me chocolate). I suppose it sometimes takes a shock to the system like your potential impending demise to make you contemplate your life with a new perspective, but it’s taken awhile to sink in. The drunken meltdown I had (which, thankfully I don’t remember), I let it all out, the stuff that had been bothering me, I think it was my subconscious telling me to stop pretending that everything was ok, when it wasn’t. I’ve never been very good at that, it is a saving grace of mine. Cognitive dissonance is the worst thing in the world for me. It was reassuring to let myself be grumpy, and funnily enough, it’s why I’m back to being my normal cheery self. So, time to start tackling this year head-on. Get this degree out of the way, get laid more, get on with it all. But first, a glass of wine