I got through the day. And I decided to retire to my PAD. As I lay in my PAD I thought, “this is ridiculous. I can’t stay in my PAD“. So I bought a tent to use indoors for crying in. So that’s a snapshot of my day
but seriously though, I’m good. I’ll decompress and bounce back tomorrow.
There’s a saying in my flat; I know my sh¡t (my partner says You know your sh¡t). It’s a kinda joke and a kinda truth. It’s something I shout at myself when I’m anxious, or after I’ve had a meeting with good feedback. I had a meeting this week when a colleague praised my work in front of ten other colleagues. It felt good. After the meeting I turned to my partner and said I don’t know why I freaked out so much, I know my sh¡t and he replied You know your sh¡t.
I suddenly remembered a Deathbulge comic from 2013!
My partner persauded me to leave the flat today and go for a walk along the beach. On the way home we took a shortcut through town and found a little artisan local food shop open. I bought some cookies and my partner bought some jam. We came home and had toast and tea.
I realised it was 350 days until my fortieth birthday. I told my partner that it would be kinda cool if I had a job in London where I could travel on the Thames Clipper every weekday. I like boats. He didn’t know I liked boats. Then we had a half an hour discussion about whether I told him I liked boats in the past two years. I can’t believe the subject never came up until now. I mean, every time I get on a boat I sing I’m On A Boat!