Music music music. I’ve found some great new songs and they make me feel fabulous!
Dancing. In my room, in the kitchen, whilst brushing my teeth in the bathroom.
Positive, proud messages.
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Travel Man. Silly. Funny.
Seeing Toby and Jane and Granny at the theatre.
Watching Han’s incredible students perform The Tempest. It was so good. I was so proud of her and all her kids. I’m glad I made the effort to go down for it.
Pizza and beer at Crate to welcome home Bivan.
The sky as we came home.
Doing a pretty good job at my training in Leytonstone. I’m proud of myself.
Walking off the day through the park on the way home.
Feeling pretty good about my application.
Watching RuPaul clips. Still can’t get over ‘Category is’. Sickening.
The Greg Knight campaign jingle. What a muppet. Also – winfarms.
Having a talk with myself whilst at the gym. And remembering that moment at Primavera where I felt on top of the world. Friends, music, tattoo. Everything felt perfect.
Han texting to tell me she’s so proud of me when she saw my Vagina Museum post.
Bossing it at work. Organised shit and still made it to the meeting.
Meeting dad for dinner and coffee after work. So exciting to hear about their canal boat plans. It’s all happening so soon!
When he said how proud he is to tell people about me and what I do. 😍
Did a good interview. Pretty proud of myself.
A day working in the garden.
A picnic with Holly in the evening sun.
R and She at Tipsy. BEST NIGHT.
Cards and hip hop with Jonny.
Neck licking.
The daffodils in my room
A new job? Maybe.
But also being told that I stood out as a brilliant, clever and quick thinking person in the interview for my current job. It was nice to hear that.
Finishing all the decorating. Everything looked beautiful for…
The big launch of my hub. It went so well. I’m so proud of myself. And now I can sleep.
Fish pie with Becky and a beer with my face on it.
Spending some time in a bookshop, looking at books.
Being proud of the family I’m from. So proud.
Walking home, a bit drunk, with Beyonce playing on repeat, singing into my scarf.
The bold ducks who came right up to us at the park. Correction: came right up to our food.
Pride. What a film. Amazing.
The book of Christmas cracker jokes. What do angry mice give each other at Christmas? Cross-mouse cards.
Huge lemons. The one on the left is a regular to large size lemon. The other one is massive!
Giggling over wine with women.
Walking home, walking tall, walking proud.
Killed a few flies in quick succession at work. I was like a fly killing ninja.
The weather was gorgeous today. It was so lovely walking down to work in the sun and enjoying the quiet of early morning bank holiday.
Thinking about all the things that I’ve done, places I’ve been and stories I can tell. Sometimes I need to stand back a little and realise that I’m stronger than I think I am.
