SUNDAY MORNING REFLECTIONS

Written May 2016

One of the many perks about living back home with mum and dad is that every Sunday morning, mother bear will bring me a cup of tea as I sit in bed writing. Sundays for me must always start this way. There is no rush.  The weather doesn't matter too much. I'll sit in the garden if the sun is shining or I'll sit in my HRH bed if raining. Sundays are always a win win situation for me.

Sunday is also a day to reflect. The new week is about to begin and for many we would like to do things differently this week. Some of us plan on eating better, going to the gym more or saying no to too many plans. Being the 'yes' person nearly always gets the better of us. Making plans while you're in a good mood but then the day comes and you would actually rather die. So this week you decide whether you'll be selfish or selfless. 

For most of us 90's babies we are living in a generation where it's a constant struggle between living the for now and planning for the future. There is such pressure to be in certain places and achieving certain things in a strict time frame. How can one maintain a social life, work out regime, hold down a full time job, get 8 hours of sleep per night, enjoy spontaneous evenings out, buy the shoes, travel the world and save £30,000 for a house? Anyone care to enlighten me? 

2016 at one point looked like I would be living in New York, walking the streets of Manhattan with a bagel in my left hand and coffee in my right. Experiencing the euphoric moment of change so many crave and resent. I may have been engaged to marry.

But instead I am living in a garden room with a serious mouse problem in the ceiling. Although I have come to the conclusion they are more like beavers (due to the noise levels, not size) so I am now referring to my home as a beaver dam. 

'Single. Homeless. Jobless and Fat' has been the 2016 motto so far this year. All of which is an exaggeration but it does have a ring to it and I like to dramatise. Single - by choice. Homeless - after a flat share went wrong. Jobless - absolutely not the writing has just been rusty. Fat - because my father makes a point of saying:

"Arse and thighs darling, you have to watch your arse and thighs it will all go downhill from now if something isn't done."

But when your year doesn't go to plan that's ok. One thing I have learned is there is a silver lining in every situation, no matter how shit.  It's true  - the most important things in life are your family and friends, your health, your families health and dogs.

So on this Sunday I have realised things really could be a whole lot worse.