The way it is according to moi

​ Soundtrack: Stephen Wilson Jr.   Location: Bed The last time I wrote, Mr.Dimples asked if writing is a bit like therapy, does it help me, is it cathartic. The answer is yes, but it’s also hard. That’s the biggest reason so many days have passed since the last blog entry.  Coach Renee is back in my life. Thank God for that. I missed her so much. I only have 2 more sessions with her which is not great. Coaching isn’t like therapy where you just pay for your session. Coaches tend to sell their services as packages where you pay upfront. I’m going to manifest a load of cash. Everything will work out in the end. Sometimes there is a gap between our container packages so let’s see.  I did just pay for the complete first year of my 3 year homeopathy course that starts later this month. It couldn’t come soon enough. I need to get my head into something soon. Bad things could happen if I don’t.  Let’s explain what bad things are. In the last few days I have done extensive r...

Sorry that I didn’t post as planned. I was basing this on the cruise where I had time to myself every night in the cabin to unwind before bed.   New York was not that. I was out walking daily and ended my evenings almost comatose. I waked about between 20 to 40 thoughts steps a day. That’s a lot for these teeny tiny size 36 feet (35 in heels 👠 in case anyone is shopping of me) PS. Girls and boys, learn your European shoe size. Stay cool.  So I’ve been back from the big apple for 5 full days. Maybe this delay integration has been necessary. Before i get into New York magic, let’s talk about the other regular characters in my life.  Housemate is good and home life continues to be smooth sailing. He continues to cook for me and feed me! I continue to do a bunch of the pink jobs and he does the blue ones. Remember there is very little conversation here, it’s just working. You would hope so after living together for 8 years. He’s also got better at saying thank you. Unfortuna...

I started writing on the evening to Tuesday July 7th and posting on the evening of Wednesday July 8th ​ Well well, I’m back again. I’m sitting here on an annoying synthetic velvet sofa in the heat, typing on an iPhone with 6% battery while watching Normal People for the 10 millionth time. As for the sofa, my next one will be linen ideally or maybe cotton or wool. It won’t be sprayed with scotch guard or any toxins. I won’t care if it gets dirty. Where the fuck have I been? Be warned, I’m in a super sweary mood. Every second word of this entry could be fuck.  June was pretty good, I’m staying in my lane even though I fucking hate that stupid saying. I’ve been uber careful with my boundaries, mindful if I’ve giving too much and how I feel. When I’m with people, does the atmosphere and feeling feel reciprocal? This actually means I haven’t seen alot of friends. Over my growth in the last few months, I’ve outgrown the majority of ‘my people’. I know this sounds weird and odd. Also than...