Its weird. Workwise, academic-wise, wise-wise, i spend a lot of my time wearing serious glasses and being all insightful. Some of the time, i even get paid for that. 🙂
But what cheers me up?
This morning, i woke in a snit. Really not feeling good. Headache…which was probably still a carry-over from where i head butted a car door on Monday (i kid you not…though it WAS an accident): tired; aware that i still have a load of work ahead of me before i can put my feet up for the weekend.
So i was in a mood. Bad mood. So bad that being in a mood made me even more in a mood: like, i get cross with myself for being cross…and the two feed off each other.
What’s a girl to do in a situation like that? Not, methinks, talk about it.
The mood lasted til shortly after i hit Stamford and had a little wander. The people and the fresh air started to lift my spirits.
I nipped into one of my regular shops and an assistant recognised me: came up and started chatting about skinnies…and work…and zumba. Not long. Just a nice empty natter.
Then i nipped into Tesco for a sandwich and a girl in front of me in the queue eyed up my converses. Well: they ARE a sort of luminescent pink and i am very proud of them. 🙂
Again: just a nice empty natter, but lovely. Smiles exchanged: words swapped. By the time i got back to my car, and on my way to zumba, i was happy, smiling again.
Is it weird? Maybe not. (Who said “airhead”?) There is enough seriousness in my life and i totally like that sometimes one can just put all that to one side and go try on clothes. 🙂
The track below is dedicated to anyone else who feels the same.