Having an early mid life crisis and thinking about this side note made me feel nostalgic. So i'm going to type something; probably not of worth to anyone but myself. Don't intend to promote this to social medias or anyone close. Don't intend to check through to edit spellings or layout. I am not doing this for a purpose other than to satisfy an itch.
So here's the news from the press. Not boring life news that depresses other people. I have nothing to envy going on. I hate that...having to hear about other people and their successes. If i'm brutally honest it's a fat cause of stress for me so I am not going to try to use the blog as a throne to glorify myself. But yes...me. I am happy...i think. Know what i mean by that? I am in a lovely, warm fuzzy kind of job which doesn't involve the general fucking public. Being around children does quite the opposite to me, it's enlightening and wonderful. I read a lot at the moment; i'm having an affair with a paper copy of The Girl On The Train by Paula Hawkins (don't tell my kindle). In July i did a 10k run for Cancer Research but have been regularly eating 'out' and so have no life savings and a bigger gut than when i last did a blog. I smile as i write that, body weight makes me whimsical.
Is a person defined by their successes and what they can tell other people they have done? Of course they aren't. I hope rather to take you on a bit of an emotional, philosophical journey here. It's not just for bucket list moments.
Also there's no such thing as a perfect piece of writing. So i won't dwell on what i type. Like i said, i just got itchy.
Will call in soon.
P.S. Ironically i am actually physically very itchy, the pollen count is seriously affecting me!
