I realise it's been a while since I last posted. Ironically it's because I was waiting for something fun to post about. All the doom and gloom is getting me down. Where's my lust for life gone lately?
It could be the fact that in six days' time I turn 30... I've never been particularly concerned about things like that though, so why get worried about it now? Is 30 a bigger landmark than 25? On my 25th birthday I was about 30m under the sea, in a wetsuit, with a nitrogen induced fit of the giggles. Maybe ignoring a birthday is the way to go?
I think I just feel slightly out of the loop... my birthday plans have been described as "wonderfully tame and unspectacular"... do people expect something wild and exciting from me?
I used to think that I was the most boring and down to earth Virgo there ever was, but this week I seem to be considered Ms Life & Soul, at least at work anyway. Have I created a reputation that I should be living up to?
And how does being Ms Life & Soul sit with also being the woman that spends Friday night at home making felt? Am I more Ms Jack-it-in and Hide than the extrovert my colleagues think I am?
Tomorrow I am bunking the office summer party to take delivery of a spinning wheel... surely that is just perverse. Or is running away from the crowd the best way to stand out from it?
Maybe this will all integrate itself into a nicely rounded and amusing post some day, but for now I'm not sorted enough to dispense any words of wisdom. This next batch isn't "cooked" yet.
