After listening to Fearne Cotton’s new podcast, I’ve been thinking a lot about my happy place. Where I like to go in reality, or sometimes in my mind, to get away from it all. To reconnect with myself. As I started to note it all down, the words flowed easily and it took the form of this poem. It’s something different for me, so I hope you like it.
Six months in to being an old married couple, I thought I’d take a minute to write down a few of the reasons I knew Al was the one for me. Spoiler, I married the man who cooks for me most nights, knows that Flamin’ Hot Monster Munch are the best crisps ever and, who appreciates how tough it is to be a hairy human.
Sometimes I find myself slipping into a fog of comparison and self-doubt. I get caught up with the notion of wanting everything and wanting it now. Frustrated that life doesn’t work that way. Telling myself that I’ve fallen behind, how I’m not achieving enough.
I’ve been struggling post honeymoon to get back into my groove. After the chaos of the past year and the wedding and honeymoon now being over, I’ve been struggling with feeling a little lost. This list compiles the small things that have put a grin on my chops over the past week or so.
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 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.
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.
December has a special place in my heart and it’s not just because it’s my birthday month. It’s my favourite time of the year and always makes me feel all warm and tingly. It’s full of festive cheer, sparkly lights and a lot of family time.