It's been a pretty full on time of late round these parts.
I was just starting to see my way clear of the stagnant time I have had since Xmas. So close to being on my feet again, and then my Granny passed away. My dad flew over from NZ and I quickly made my way to Glasgow. My dad and I had a fuckup at the airport, and ended up paying through the nose for tickets, which stung a lot. What followed was 2 and a half weeks of arkward times, far too much to drink and way too many fry ups.
The funeral was quite hard to be honest, and death, well for me anyway is a very reflective time. I went through a lot of things in my head to do with my own mortality, and how I treat myself. I learned a lot in those few weeks. I fell out with my Dad a few times in those couple of weeks, as I can't stand the lectures that usually come after spending time with him. The funny thing is, and I know my Dad thinks this is rubbish, but some of what he told me has started to rub off.
There is now a sense of normalcy in my life and a good sense of well being. All I have done is quit partying for awhile, curbed the booze and fags and started eating well at regular times and going to bed early. Believe me it's an odd feeling to be bright as a button at 8.00am. So much more time in the day. I've been exploring the commons a`nd parks around my house on my bike and I've started doing filopino stickfighting once a week for confidence, self defence and general fitness. I can't begin to tell you how much fun it is! I'm hooked. Things are started to look up. I even have a second interview next week at a job, that I'm dying to get. Fingers are crossed.
Here's to you Granny Reilly, wherever you may be now. x
