Sunday, 1 February 2015
The last few days of January brought with them a hint of melancholy. Whether it's the unrelenting cold, thoughts of work making my mind fuzzy with confusion and interest at the same time, or the little bubble I've been in as I holed myself away in my office not seeing a soul for hours on end, I'm not sure. I know it's likely to be a combination of all three. I'm a true introvert but sometimes perhaps a little too much so.
February I hope you will be the month of many interesting conversations, of a little less snow, of more pyjama days, and of fewer telephone calls from the Conservative Party attempting to persuade me to vote for them this year. They're very persistent, I'll give them that.
Note to self: be kind to yourself. It's okay to take two bubble baths in one day if your mind is foggy and your shoulders are tense, it was okay to unfollow an instagram account because you can be happy for them and have to look out for your heart at the same time so don't think about it so much anymore, it's okay to have that extra biscuit with your cup of tea sometimes, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed as long as you remember to break things down into smaller pieces.
Let's do this February. You're going to be good, I can feel it.
We'll look out for each other, okay?