I’ve had a pretty rollercoaster year. Work has been incredible. My private life has been a fucking shambles. The old black dog has been biting at my heels and it’s been really hard to find a lot of joy. I’ve found myself punishing myself with a lot of really self destructive behaviour. And let’s face it, that’s not going to get me off the couch and back into bounce mode.
Fortunately, I’m now old enough and ugly enough to know how to trick myself into feeling good again. Exercise and adventure. So I’m back at the gym, and the combo of a lot of free time and some extra loola, means that adventure is possible.
Why a completely new one of course. Those are the best kind.
Greece. Warm sea, good food, hairy men and no doubt hilarious, disgusting and all round fabulous conversation.
Girls, I can’t thank you enough. I can feel joy sneaking back into the edges. This is just what I need.
Now pass the Ouzo and let’s break some plates!