Archives for posts with tag: confidence

Swimming.

Walking through the park on the way back home. Everything is green and it wasn’t cold.

Looking at my vulva and taking sexy photos of myself. I never do that but it felt good and confidence boosting.

The blossoms and colours in the bushes

After work drinks. Much more fun than I expected

Parklets near my house. Maybe. And just getting confident at my job again. I got a lot done today, including some things that I thought would be too difficult last week. I felt like I impressed Andrew again today.

These words about me, from a best friend.

Wearing my skinny jeans and boots and listening to music and waking with confidence, feeling like a fabulous woman.

Dusting my room and feeling homely and tidy again.

A morning to myself, in the nice hotel room on the huge bed. Then a lovely wander to the train station.

Getting confident and sure of myself. Knowing things. Doing them before they’re asked. Being organised. 

Home. Home home home. Sleep. 


Dinner and drinks with Soph. Beers and Korean food.

Telling someone who gets the Helena story and feels indignant and outraged on my behalf. 

Being calm and confident in my one to one. Saying how I felt and asking all the questions I needed to. 


Just casually buying a plum and a flat white and not freaking out about doing things on my own in a country that doesn’t speak my language.

Bruges. Beautiful, beautiful Bruges. Getting off the train as the rain left and the sun shone and wandering through the ridiculously picturesque streets.

Lunch in the sun followed by a waffle (to sober me up after the strong beer).


Good Eggs chat. Jo as Jonny. Jonny as Jo. 

Boxercise. I’m so glad I went. 

Confident walking. To Belgian music.

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The big recycling centre. God I love recycling.
Veep. Series two. So funny.
Feeling way happier and more confident about the job.

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Jo saying that I was really good at my interview practise. It made me feel a lot more positive.
Napping on the sofa.
Jonny’s omelette attempt.