I was sitting on my sofa with a cup of tea in my hands. The warmth of the mug gently spreading through my hands like a comforting handshake and I thought, “I haven’t blogged in a while”
I tend to blog about things that have upset me, and even the thoughts that I chose to express are generally either a) I’m pissed and need to vent, b) I need to give myself a bit of a pep talk c) I don’t think I have a c…
At this present moment I feel content.
I can hear the soft pitter patter of rain, I’m warm and slightly sleepy. I feel relaxed. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.
Recently I was struggling with all my pouch worries, and though there are still a few days where it gives me trouble its no where near as bad as before.
I wasn’t sleeping well for the past week because of various things that were running through my mind. Couple that with some nervous energy flying about and I was getting some really lame ass nights where sleep completely avoided me.
It is really, I was going to use the word nice but I’m not a fan of it as an adjective. It conjures up the image of perhaps nice biscuits (the make, you know, the one with the word nice written on them) but I dislike to describe something as nice.
Slowly I am starting to live in the “now” I’m not saying living without care of the consequences, but those who know me know I worry.
I’m just trying to let it go.
Obviously there’s still stuff I worry about but the little things, the if buts and maybes. They can just be removed from my life.
This feeling won’t be around for long, hell it might be even be here tomorrow, but its such a lovely period where right now I’m just happy. I’m just here.