I have been struggling recently. I have been struggling with deadlines; with moving into a new flat and trying to make it feel like home; with exhaustion; with people; with myself. I am tired. And because of that, I have been neglecting this blog.
I won’t pretend that I’ve been super busy and haven’t possibly been able to write. I’ve had the time. I’ve been able. But I’ve chosen not to, largely because I simply haven’t felt inspired in a long time. I’m not really inspired today, not to write anyway.
But I have just got back from a firework display at the seafront. My cheeks are cold and my nose is red and I ate some of those ‘fresh donuts’ and now I feel like my heart is about to explode from sugar overdose. I wore my yellow wellies for the first time all season, I sang along to the music in the middle of a crowd that couldn’t hear me, and I felt spirit. That kind of spirit you feel when you know christmas is coming. That kind of something that just makes you smile.
I love Winter. I love the cold and having to wrap up warm. I love sitting wrapped in blankets, nose pressed to the window as rain splatters against it. I love hot chocolate. I love casseroles. I love Halloween and firework night. I love pantomimes and snow ball fights. I love family at christmas. I LOVE Winter.
I found a card in a shop the other day. It’s silly: it has a glittery pink bicycle on the front with one of those ‘life’ quotes.
A pink bike isn’t just a pink bike.
A pink bike is a portal to another world,
A world of freedom and fun!
Told you. Completely silly. But for some reason, when I saw it in the shop, I had to buy it. It’s sitting on top of my bookshelf, lit up by some fairylights.
So yes, I’m exhausted and tired and want to shut my eyes for the next few days and hope they don’t happen.
I bought myself a picture of a pink bicycle.
I think Winter might be here.