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.
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Listening to my podcast.
The squirrel that was right beside me as I walked through the estate.
Having mum and dad in London, walking along the canal in the sun and lunch on a canal boat cafe.
The Paper Man. Such an amazing play that I just wasn’t expecting.
And dad telling me they’d watched 100 Vaginas
Lunchtime walk in the park and discovering this bench. This bench that feels so me.
The two women sat on the bench, in the sun, under the turning leaves. Idyllic.
Friday night yoga, healthy dinner and a mini DIY facial. This is my kind of Friday night.
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.
Watching two foxes play fight and hang out near my house. They seemed so unbothered. And much bigger than normal city foxes.
Being more me and funny in the meeting with all the boring men.
New book idea stuff. Talking to Liv and getting the blessing from Naomi.
Borrowing socks from Adam and completing my great outfit for today.
I feel happy again today! I chatted to Adam all day, I made jokes, I smiled, I sent a nice message to Stuart. I feel like me again!
I found another £5 note on the floor.
Sitting in the garden in the sun, reading nan’s diary from the year I was born. It was lovely to feel connected with that nan again. My nan.
Early evening in the park with Holly, drinking a beer and looking at the flowers. In the bloody incredible sun. I love sunny London.
Feeling excited and ready to be on my own again. Feeling happy. As just me. Nothing else.
Mike made me laugh after dinner. It got rid of some of the stress. I can’t even remember what he said. But I noticed a difference.
‘Look like an owl’
Sitting and talking to the older woman making a t-shirt bag. It felt really peaceful. It felt like me.
Walking round Wilkinson’s, getting excited by glittery toilet seats, fake stone foxes and soft towels.
Chucking away a carful of stuff.
Spending the evening in the hot tub, with wine and then sitting by the fire. On my own and loving it.
A night of knitting, pizza, mulled wine and Christmas songs. Starting with this beautiful pike of unraveled wool.
The fox sauntering down the road after work.
Feeling happy. Really genuinely happy. Like the old me happy.
Three little things 