A couple of weeks of treats, progress, & novelty outfits.
As we were stood in the queue it started with us being like “okay, we’ll get one each”, and then progressed to, “let’s get one each and then share one”, and then to “okay let’s just have two each”. We ended up with a box of six.
But when I’m on the wall, when I’m working out the next move, trying not to fall, thinking about placing my feet, my mind is free of everything else. I’m not freaking out about rejection, stressing out about my workload – none of it. It’s bliss. It really is.
Limits. Anybody else measure their limits completely and utterly wrong sometimes? Maybe this will help in deciding whether it’s worth one more hour, or whether it’s time for a break.
Why share? Why? Why type your life out and click a button, waiting for people to read? I don’t know. But I know that when I do write, the fog lifts a little.
This last week has been a quiet blur of autumn leaves, frustration, and pancakes.
When you’re in a good space it’s important to enjoy it. You don’t want to be thinking about “when am I gonna next feel like the worst” all of the time. But, but but but… it is important to utilise some of your productive clarity time to help out future-not-okay-you.
“Do you think you’re capable of doing a commando roll right now?”
“I can do two.”
Wholly plantbased options are no longer allowed to use milk, cream, butter, cheese or yoghurt in their marketing. There are exceptions – such as coconut and almond milk, nut butters and icecream.
The reason for this ban? So consumers don’t get confused. Because clearly all of these people buying soy milk – I mean, juice – actually think they’re buying soya flavoured cows milk, and are just being widly mislead by the far left radical vegan movement.
A few weeks of naps, acheyness, love & hopping.