So my initial cockiness of being really organised lasted all of… 3 days. The last minute mad rush has certainly made a few more of the hairs on my head turn grey. We’re sleep deprived, stressed and eating so much vegetarian junk food!  (It would have been 2 years since I ate meat in January, but I ate a slice of chicken at my parents house last week. My mum was so shocked. That’s another story for another time). But this week we’ve had fries, takeaways, crisps (I don’t even like crisps). Sweets and too many energy drinks. I’m craving vegetables and fruit. My body feels gross. I look equally gross. I refuse to neglect my body again no matter how pushed for time, or stressed or how broke we are.

 

So, even though my feet hurt, my head hurts, …my boyfriend hurts (bless him)… I lay on my parent’s sofa (where i’ll be sleeping for the next two weeks) and I thought to myself of how grateful I am.

In our possession we had the keys to three properties. My parent’s house. The landlord’s house we were moving out of, and the keys to our new home.  I thought of all the people sleeping rough on the streets without a roof over their head. As I lay here with the choice of 3 roofs to choose from to sleep under that night.

My sore throat and painful feet (from wearing ridiculous shoes that are literally worn down ballet flats) were no longer on my mind. At least I have shoes, no matter how awful they are. I just lay there, so grateful for my blessings in life and thinking of those less fortunate. Sure, we’d eaten horrifically, but at least we’d eaten!

I felt gross but at least I had access to running water and a shower. Warmth.

 

I’ll stop here. This isn’t me being a virtue signalling bellend. I’m not about that shit. But it is me reminding myself of how fortunate I am in life. I am truly so grateful and although i’m trying to be kinder to myself and acknowledge my feelings (it’s ok to feel sad and hurt, even if people have ‘had worse times’), this is an occasion I most definitely needed that sense of perspective.