I’ve been in a weird funk for nearly two weeks now and I can’t pinpoint exactly why. Instead I’ve been indulging myself by doing my favourite things to try to shake it off, Taylor Swift style.
I have my heart set on turning our home into some kind of tropical, jungle oasis. The best evidence of this is our living room…
As soon as I plan a holiday I find it necessary to stock up on sunglasses. The fact that I already have an obscene amount in my possession doesn’t seem to stop me. I’m an animal.
I bought myself flowers last weekend, a bunch of both orange and pink lillies, and it felt all kinds of indulgent and wonderful and they’ve put a smile on my face all week.
I like to spend a lot of time on the sofa, in my pjs – call it self-care, laziness or constant IBS fatigue – so it’s important for me and my sanity to have something nice to look at. Other than my husband, obvs.
I figured it was about time I got my ass back in front of the camera and filmed a video about what it feels like to have an IBS flare. I’m talking gurgles, bloating, urgent bowel evacuations and extreme lethargy. It’s all fun and games.
I’m going to put it out there, that due to not one but two hurricanes featuring in our wedding last September, I know a thing or two about stuff not going exactly to plan. The main point to remember is not to worry, that these things happen and it’s likely that no one but you will even notice if something’s a little out of place.
As I write this it’s my last day in my first year of my thirties. It’s been an extraordinary year – we got married, wahhhh! – full of family, friends and a shit-tonne of laughter.