I recently read a facebook post that talked about the Future Self. The post was about a condition I know very well. Procrastination. I am the Queen of putting things off, and distraction from the immediate. I realise now that I have not taken myself seriously. I've made many claims and promises to myself, and to others. And not fulfilled them. I'm not going to get into a self flagellating rant. I promise. I'm not going to make any fresh promises. I just want you to know that I'm not happy with how I'm treating myself, and I want to do better.
Yesterday, Sunday 1st of May I stayed home in front of the heater and watched Wolf Hall. Normally, on a Sunday I meet my beloved and we spend the afternoon listening to music, talking, and drinking. I wasn't ready yesterday to meet and not drink. I think it's going to be tough listening to Blues on a Sunday without drinking. I'm not sure how I'm going to break that connection. There's only so many glasses of soda water a person can drink!
This morning, I felt clear of mind. Seriously, waking up and not having a hangover is one of the best physical feelings. When I'm not hungover I can read on the tram on the way to work. I just started Olivia by Dorothy Strachey. It's a coming of age short novel.
Coming of age - how appropriate.