Women sharing their love letters to their vulvas.
Giving myself time to put everything away calmly and as slowly as I wanted.
Smiling in the Uber on the way home, feeling proud of myself for raising another £302 for Bloody Good Period and for bringing sex and vulva positivity to another room of people.
Self love life drawing. Drawing. And being drawn.
Doing a second pose that wasn’t so scrunched up.
Letting myself walk calmly down Oxford St.
This tree, looking almost in flames in the afternoon sun.
Doing the crow for the first time in yoga!
An afternoon of slow shopping for healthy ingredients for food that will hopefully make me happier. I felt really calm and grown up and happy. And discovering the bulk buy store was incredible.
Meditating to the sound of the birds outside my window
Finding a job I want to apply for. And it pays super well too! Accidentally already mentally spent the first month’s salary.
Ironing. It’s so relaxing. Such smooth sheets.
Being out in the garden. Putting my sunflowers outside and planting up some runner beans. Hanging my washing on the line.
The drumming at the park.
That smell of summer. Having the windows wide open. Feeling the warmth of the sun. Lying in the park reading my book. It was a good day. It was a calm and peaceful day.
A beautifully sunny day, spent in a pretty garden with my family, chatting to my cousins.
Lying on the grass, my heart beating into the ground and the sun beating down on my face.
Stroking a calm dog and she snuggled back into me.
SLOVENIA!
Driving the car through the countryside.
Beautiful Piran. Walking through the cobbled streets and along the waterfront at dusk. The pretty square. The apartment 15 seconds from said pretty square. The super calm water, making me feel so happy and peaceful.
Realising I had a whole heap of reasons to be happy today. Feeling really calm and happy. No housemates, no real day plans, being organised and peaceful. Getting my fingers in the dirt again.
Going to visit Holly and Al’s new flat. It’s beautiful. And Al telling funny, long stories about making the perfect coffee.
Alec and Ciaran at Doug’s party. Those two make me laugh heaps. HEAPS.
My hands.
Lunch with Rose and James. A little quiz and a nice chat. It was a nice quiet, calm work day and I got loads done. I made an excellent to do list.
Coming home. Home home. Parent hugs. Familiar smells.
Drake card
Vietnamese fish.
Being happy with me. I’m happy. I’m good. I like me.
Exploring the huge country house that we’re staying in for the weekend. It has a WELL. INSIDE the house.
Seeing my family. Hugging mum.
Having a calm moment at the train station.
Getting the spreadsheets. After freaking out about them.
Being in a nice cafe. Middle class calm.
Cheese on toast and Bake Off in bed. A happy place.
Went litter picking, found an unknown animal jaw.
I officially like Finsbury Park.
Clean, white bed.
Sitting in the peace and quiet by the river and remembering what it’s like to be somewhere with no wind. So calm and still and so silent.
So many beautiful views of the sea as we drove further round the coast.
The cute 70’s kitchen in the youth hostel. Such thick paint, such shallow drawers.
Emailing with mum.
Making it to meditation and feeling happy to be there and part of a group.
Going for a walk from one work venue to another and hitting a really quiet, wind-free spot in town.
Licking out the bowl for the chocolate cake mixture at work.
Being told my haircut really suits me. Which is nice because you always feel a bit self conscious after you chop it all off.
My colleague saying I’m an oasis of calm and react well in stressful situations. Which made me laugh because that’s not how anyone back home would describe me. The meditation must be working!
