I appear to have dropped off the face of the Internet again recently.
I would love to lie and say that I have been busy, but I haven’t. Truth be told, the last couple of weeks have been a bit strange. The days have just merged into one long stretch of eat-work-eat-sleep-repeat. Like I’ve been watching my own life from the sidelines, not really living it. It’s not that I have been unhappy exactly, but more that there has been a lack of happiness. Not sadness, just numbness. I’m trapped in this weird, monotonous limbo – I have no idea what the hell I’m doing with my life, which doesn’t appear to matter that much seeing as other people seem to be trying to make all my decisions for me anyway. Because I don’t need to have an opinion on the city I live in, the house I live in, when I leave my current job, how I spend my weekends… It’s all making me feel kind of suffocated. I just want to escape it all, which is as funny as it is tragic. I am a 26-year-old woman who wants to run away from home.
This weekend has actually turned out to be a very welcome break from that feeling, from slightly warm Chardonnay in my best friend’s garden on Friday to a full-on high heels, short skirt and far-too-many-mojitos night out last night. Today I’ve been nursing a (mercifully) small hangover, stretched out in the sunshine, reading The Fault in Our Stars to see what the fuss is about. It’s been a perfect British summer weekend – warm, laid-back and boozy.
Hopefully I’ll be starting to feel more like myself again soon, and you won’t need to read any more of these miserable, self-pitying posts. Until then, I would recommend that you go and have a giggle at Lucy or Frankie’s blogs, or coo over an adorable puppy on Gemma’s blog.
Normal service will resume shortly.
When you go home, tell them of us and say,
For your tomorrow, we gave our today
Being so far removed from the reality of war, it’s easy to watch the old footage of events like the Normandy landings as though it were scenes from a film, not to dwell on the fact that those are real people, and that many didn’t survive. But I’ve been sat thinking about it a lot today. Listening to the D-Day commemorations on Radio 2. Reading about some of the interesting people involved, like Piper Bill and Agent Garbo. Wondering what it would have been like to be one of the thousands of men going in on the boats, knowing that the odds were stacked against them. Or a mother, wife or child, wondering if their loved ones will ever come home again.
And I’ve been feeling very guilty about the fact that I struggled to get out of my warm, safe bed earlier because I didn’t feel like coming to work today.
Yes, that’s right – I am pretending that it’s not already the 3rd of June. How did that happen?
So, that is it. Blog Every Day in May 2014 – done. And it started off really well! I think life started getting in the way towards the end though. I think it’s safe to say that I’m not really made for blogging every single day!
Despite that, I really did enjoy the experience. It was fun to have to think about and get creative with the prompts, even if some were a little more challenging than others!
I have to say though, the best bit for me had to be ‘meeting’ other bloggers. I’ve discovered so many brilliant, funny, thoughtful and inspiring blogs that I might never have come across without BEDM. And all of you lovely people have been so kind and supportive, with everything from career advice to reminiscing about school discos. It’s been fantastic getting to know you folks, and I’m actually quite sad that it’s all over. See you all for Blog Every Day in November then?!