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As I sit here with half a wine glass full of Baileys and The Supremes blaring out "You Can't Hurry Love" (my all time favourite song - I was single for
I've been down in the dumps this week for no particular reason. Wednesday night I couldn't shake the restlessness of boredom but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. I tried all my usual cures - writing, dancing, eating chocolate and watching TV. It appears that all it takes is a break from routine. I'm all for seeking comfort from routine and I bet many of you out there are as well, but sometimes it is a bit stifling.
I've gotten comfortable being part of the "Saturday Night In" club; even the thought of going out fills me with questions - WHERE? WHAT TIME? TRANSPORT? SHOES? MONEY? Far easier to sit in my onesie and watch Take Me Out. There is truth in having too much of a good thing. My routine got so predictable, particularly weekdays after work, that I desperately needed a change. So, grasping the moment I booked a flat viewing in Balham and got my shit together. On the back of this Lee suggested we get dinner and drinks in the area and I was more than happy to oblige.
Today I've felt much happier - I've booked another viewing for the weekend and instead of moping and feeling like a Negative Nancy all day I've tried to brush those feelings aside and replace them with a) chocolate b) tea of c) gossip.
I did manage to embarrass myself today in front of the whole department by accidentally engaging in the side-step-please-get-out -of-my-way dance with someone and it lasted so long I blurted out "oh no! Now we're dancing!" and people burst out laughing. My face was the reddest it has ever been when I dived into the nearest free desk I could find.
Nothing like being the team clown to lighten your mood...