I started typing earlier on and after about two paragraphs, I realised what I had to say was very depressing and it was about to get worse. *hit delete all* I'm not a pessimist, I don't think... Yet I can't really call myself an optimist. I'd like to be all cheery and hopeful all the time, but when you get disappointed or hurt, it becomes difficult to remember that it does get better again. Right now I'm in that space, that space of feeling sorry for myself, wanting to crawl on my yoga mat and cry, that space of not remembering that I'll be okay again. Whilst this is not the smart option, it's the temporarily "easier" and lazy option. It's like giving yourself the thumbs up for staying in bed all day in your pjs and not brushing your hair and eating cereal at 8 o'clock at night. Then of course there's also the let's-think-over-every-tragic-incident-that's-ever-happened-in-my-life option, and let's be honest, there's no happy ending there.
I know I'm going to be okay, eventually I will get out of the pjs, straighten my hair with my GHD, eat cereal in the morning only and maybe even put on a pair of earrings. But today? No, not today. I need to lie around in my pjs for just a little bit longer...
