This morning my rut took me out of the flat and walking round the park, talking to my friend Lauren on the phone for over an hour.
Honestly, following the pettiest fight in the history of all fights with the man I married, I was looking to lick my wounds in Superdrug. A basic bitch go fuck yourself to the ‘man’, you know how it goes.
A couple of lipsticks and a contour kit later and I was over my rage and ready to go home.
Time to work on the little by little life plan, huh?
Lozza, on the phone, was talking about sorting out her life and I’m there too, ready to make some minor tweaks to make life a bit more exciting.
Expect to hear more about this. Hell, I’ll take suggestions if they’re good ones, truly.
My first thing is to take myself out more. Me dates. I love that feeling of gently meandering around, processing thoughts, dreaming.
I need to get myself out more on Sundays, that’s for sure. Even if it’s just a walk in the park.