I was gonna write. Then I wasn’t. Then I cycled back under a warm, moonlit, cloud scudded sky, and thought that I probably maybe might – because thankfuls actually came to mind (I’d been struggling). Then I thought I wouldn’t write after all. Not like usual.
I’ve been having a really rough couple of weeks, for one thing and another. I arrived home tonight to find my snuggly blankie atop my computer, and in it were two packets of painkillers and this Lego set – Husby’s ‘I Love You’ present for me, to try to help make it all better.
I still went boxing though, in spite of being in pain and in a mood. I did the same on Monday (the mood, not the pain). Seems like a lot of this week has been about working through moods and trying to remind myself that for all the times I’ve felt like crying, I can still remember lots of times I *haven’t* felt like that. Nonetheless, it stinks, and knocking ten bells out of a punchbag at least displaces the voices with sweat and exhaustion for a short time. Winnah!
It was ridiculous at first and now it’s like an installation in my hallway. I am happy every time I go past, because I know there’s still SO MUCH to read (incidentally, if you don’t read Dorothy Koomson, you SHOULD) and I keep adding to the tower, even as I take a book off to read, and it’s just *delightful*.
There’s still Samara-glitter in my world, and glitter reminds me of her, and the wonderful friends who’ve sent glitterbombs and shown they care with things in the mail, which I’ve For Real held in my hands and enjoyed and known the tangible connections of long-distance friendship. Love it.
This week my job granted me the chance to attend World Sight Day in London – a big, fancy-schmancy conference full of FASCINATING (if, like me, you find the world of diabetic retinopathy an interesting place to be). I ‘won’ my place on the conference by submitting a paragraph about why I thought I should be chosen. Well…writer. WINNAH! 😉
Ohmigosh I just *adore* having notebooks around. I have become one of Those People, who carries one everywhere (and damn the extra weight) and who glories in writing in it whenever she can. Quite writerly-disgusting. But whatevs. I WON a dinosaur notebook at Neff’s party last weekend. It sparkles and I love it.
I *love* my wishlet. It reminds me that someone (Beth) cared enough to send something so very meaningful. And I am (and will) wear it til it falls off (cos then the wish is meant to come true). The tattoo’s a good reminder too, if a little more challenging. Both things I love and cherish and appreciate having there, several times a day.
Husby has been SUCH an amazing, supportive, wonderful, lovely, awesome chap this week. I’ve been up, I’ve been distant, I’ve been snuggly, I’ve been a total bitch…and he’s still here and still loves me and wants to support me. I had THEE most awful pulled-something backache, and he massaged it for ages while I cried and whinged at him about it. And then brought me painkillers and a heat bag to go on it. And was just a SUPERSTAR. I love him. BIGlots.
I can’t NOT wish on these, now I know it’s a *thing*, and every time I do it reminds me of my trip to ‘murica (cos I only have one wish at the moment) and makes me smile in my heart. It also reminds me of Mandi (who told me about the eyelash wish thing) and that makes me smile in my heart too.
Saturday Night is the March Against Cancer in my city. Husby and I are going (we wrote the sign together). There will be fireworks and live music and we will WALK to show support and solidarity and that we REALLY REALLY REALLY want cancer to GO AWAY. Fuh-EVAH! Meantime I’m working on my next piece for #KickCancersAss, and I posted one the other weekend, so I’m GETTING THERE. I promise. [sub-thankful: after the walk, there will be gelato…]
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