I was quite a social butterfly this week, flitting here and there! Movie night Monday with Steph- finally saw Magic Mike XXL. Wow. I now know god exists because he created Channing Tatum. Amen.
Tuesday I caught up with Martin for dinner, which was nice, as I hadn’t seen him in a while. Actually bumped into him again on Thursday night when Steph and I went on an impromptu drinking spree. But he seemed embarrassed to see me. Which put in me in a mood.
A bad mood that could only be lifted by pole dancing in a gay club (of course). Now I don’t want to toot my own horn (but hey I will)- Steph and I seemed quite good for beginners. Although maybe it was the prosecco that made me think that…
Then a weekend of wonderfulness arrived. Steph and I caught the train to the Cartmel Races where we celebrated Hannah’s birthday, with a bunch of her lovely friends. The day continued into the evening- we had Mexican for dinner. Then out in Ulverston town for some partying.
I ended up chatting with one of Hannah’s friends, Tom quite a bit. Funnily enough we were talking about my blog (just before we kissed, hehe). Any-who I was telling him it’s about life lessons I learn. So I asked him to tell me the most important thing he’d learnt.
Not actually sure what it was now. That piece of wisdom is lost forever (sorry Tom). But the point is that maybe there sometimes isn’t a point. Maybe there isn’t a reason. Maybe there isn’t a rhyme. What I do know is that instead of thinking about the boy who didn’t seem to want me anymore I was able to be in the moment and enjoy kissing the one who did.
Hang on- is that a point?
When something goes wrong we are ‘having a bad day.’ We something goes right we are ‘having a good day.’ Why do we feel to the need to label everything? It is what it is and what will be will be. (Thank you- ‘The 100-year-old man who climbed out the window and disappeared).
What an amazing book! The main character lives his life experiencing nothing as good or bad, it’s just life. Such a fascinating way to live! And it worked for him, he hit 100.(Although it was slightly fictional).
For me there was lots of right and wrong this week. Or if I’m stealing a leaf from the book. There was just lots of life…
Instead of the boring stuff I’ll skip to the best bit- my Wales weekend!
Jon, Steph and I headed off on the Friday night for a road trip. Arrived at our cute cottage, where Jon managed a pretty killer BBQ (although if you’re reading Jon, it was average at best).
The next day we got up early to tackle Snowdon. One of the highest peaks in the UK! Six hours later- battling rain, wind and hundreds of hikers we conquered it!
Shattered, we drove back to the cottage. Steph cooked an amazing meal. (Yes, I just sat around whilst everyone catered for me). We spent the evening playing card games and drinking Prosecco. It was so nice to chill out with good friends.
Sunday we took off to Barmouth. Strolled along the beach, had a little picnic beside the water. Then unfortunately it was time to head back to Manchester. But that was ok because we had made the most of the freaking weekend 🙂
Being honest about your feelings can be really hard. Well, actually it’s hard most of the time! Because if you’re honest about how you feel it means being vulnerable. And who likes that? (I’m pretty sure no-one, although I could be wrong). But revealing to people why you feel a certain way can be extremely liberating.
I had the chance to do that this week, both in a work and personal situation. Without going into details I managed to win one of those rounds by explaining why I felt a certain way. The other time, I didn’t score so well. However you win some, you lose some!
It was a tough work week (it always is after you come back from an amazing holiday). I did catch up with Martin on Wednesday night, which was fun. We went to my fav Mexican place. It was amusing watching him sweat as he ate his burrito. Some don’t like it hot 😉
Apart from that it was a quiet. Until the weekend! I was very much lead astray (although, I’m easily persuaded)…
Went to see ‘Spy’ on Saturday, which was very funny- I love Melissa McCarthy! Then importutly caught up with Jon for a drink at Deansgate. Which led to more impulsive behaviour- checking out the Charlatans gig, with his mates.
Jon declared it wouldn’t be a big night.
Humans are such funny things. There’s a lot of weirdness that gets filtered in our brain, so that we can act like ‘normal’ people when we talk to others, (I’m certain, that’s not just me). This leads us to being represented by a perception of ourself. Who we present might be so different to who we actually are.
I’m sometimes fascinated when people tell me something positive about how they see me. Generally I’m like- ‘wow, I don’t feel like I’m that person.’ But that’s because they can’t see my neurotic thoughts (luckily)…
However some people don’t seem to have a sensor button and feel the constant need to impose themselves on others. All with total ignorance of how uncomfortable it makes everyone else.
None of us are perfect. We’re all a little nuts. And we will never actually know what it’s like to know ourselves from outside ourselves. Unless we work out this cloning business. Guess we can only try to show people as much of ourselves as possible, hoping we won’t scare the crap out of them…
Alright enough of my thought ramblings!
I was in Croatia this week and it was incredible- partying on Hvar, swimming in Sesula, eating the most amazing pizza’s in Scedro, shopping in Korcula, biking through the nature park in Mljet, drinking yummy wine in Sipan and getting to know everyone on the yacht.
On my final night I sat with Hannah, Liv and Ben (an awesome couple we’d met on the boat) at a cliff top bar in Dubrovnik, overlooking the ocean. And I thought about how lucky I am.