I haven’t even been paid yet and I’m already treating
myself. As soon as I left for Middlesbrough on Tuesday to meet a friend for
coffee, I knew that I was going to be buying myself a pair of jeans from
Topshop. I was wearing jeans and a top, so didn't need to take a t-shirt in to try with the jeans, but I had spotted a t shirt
I liked so took that in the changing rooms as well, you know, just to see
how the jeans would look with it. Needless to say, I ended up with both items. It would have
been rude not to.
I have also booked a hair appointment for tomorrow, but view
that as a necessity. Anything that looked remotely styled or like a fringe grew
itself out months ago and my sister’s attempts at home colouring my hair have
ended up patchy. It looked intentional and quite cool is what I told myself at
first, but now the ends are practically black, roots are fair and in between is
a combination of black, brown, copper and natural blondish patches and dead
ends. I don’t know why I let it get this bad. I will end up walking into the
hairdressers and sobbing ‘please fix it again?’
I actually do like Cash - And it looks great with a leather jacket! |
So I talked about getting the work/life balance right, and
this week I have got it totally wrong in the opposite, more fun way. I’ve seen two of
my friends and then absconded completely from Tuesday night to a few hours ago
to Marc’s where apart from going to the cinema and for a small walk, we have
done virtually nothing productive.
Placement was brief and not as well organised as it should
have been, which led to an awkward hour of me and the girl I run it with trying to seem like we knew what
we were doing, when all we were in fact doing was making the kids do drawings
in an attempt to engage them. Lesson learnt. Just because last week was
cancelled, does not mean we can do no prep work at all and think we can just
wing this week. Even though nothing disastrous happened, I think both of us felt that we had let ourselves down a little bit, so have
planned next weeks and actually intend to not get too distracted by other things,
and to rediscover our enthusiasm.
So I’ve let myself slip financially, professionally and
nutritionally. I’ve been for two runs since doing the Race for Life and still
haven’t sent my sponsor money back. I’ve been to the gym once in the past month
and have just gorged myself on chocolate buttons. And I still haven’t written
creatively since getting my feedback with the word ‘naff’ in it. I didn’t even
really feel like writing this right now, but knew that I needed to get back out
of my lazy habit, as I don’t want to get stuck back in a rut of doing nothing
and feeling bad about it. I’m glad I did write, as it’s taken on a life of its
own as writing often tends to do, and I have been able to address my little
relapses.
So tomorrow, I think it will be new hair and a new start.
Well not so much a new start as a kick up the backside. I’m not at work so I
have no excuse. I will be healthy again, start writing again and start putting
my money towards paying my parents back for car insurance and putting back into
my ISA for potential holidays and adventures instead of using the account as a
bail-out fund.
It's not often I find jeans that fit me properly, but Topshop's Leigh supersoft skinny jeans are a God-send! |
But that’s not to say that the last few days of indulging
whims haven’t been fun. I loved being able to say yes to my £52 Topshop splurge
(I’m dragging out use of my student discount) and saying yes to coffees,
lunches and a late night showing of Spider-Man. I loved lying around with Marc,
stuffing ourselves with chocolate and skipping the gym and most certainly do
not regret booking tomorrow’s hair appointment. I’m a firm believer that you
have to treat yourself or take a day or two to do nothing but enjoy your own or
someone else’s company, else you will go mad. After all, all work and no play
make Jack a dull boy. (I MUST re-read The Shining!)
But it is important not to
let these little guilty pleasures get out of hand else you lose sight of what
you’re working towards, or eventually become miserable as well as fat,
penniless and stuck in a rut.
So its not so much back to work, but back to organisation, back to doing instead of just being, happy in the knowledge that I will be doing instead of being with good hair, plenty of sleep and a fantastic pair of jeans.
So its not so much back to work, but back to organisation, back to doing instead of just being, happy in the knowledge that I will be doing instead of being with good hair, plenty of sleep and a fantastic pair of jeans.
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