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Sweet joy

Someone asked me today how I am and without thinking or analysing or overthinking I replied that I’m good. That I’m busy at work which is fantastic. And busy with life and a bit of love and also with dogs and kids and friends and the sweetest ripest granadillas and fresh food and fruit and very good wine and I realised something.

Something big.

I’m Happy.

Even with our political turmoil, I’m happy.

Even with a love life that is sometimes in turmoil, I’m happy.

Maybe it’s the weather; these glorious autumn days with glorious autumn colours.
Maybe it’s the possibility of love.
Of new kisses.
And skin.
Or sex.

Maybe it’s the dope I smoked.

Or all the dancing I’ve done.

I don’t know.

It could be because I finally learned how to use semi-colons which make me feel so good, like I  love using them and I think I need to use one immediately; would this be right?

I don’t know why, I just feel happy.

Perhaps I’ve become less difficult to please. More comfortable with me. And you.

And with life.

Whatever.

I just want to shout it out.

I’M KINDA HAPPY.

It’s a good feeling.

Insert semi-colon.

Right here.

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Me

I find it tricky when people ask me questions about myself. I never have straightforward answers. I’m terrible at small talk, I say. I’m not very good at parties. I quite like being outdoors. I’m a coffee addict, a mother, dog lover, traveller, wanna be … Continue reading Me