Five Happy Things This December
Well, well, well, I haven't done one of my Five Happy Things post in a long time (May 2016 if we're going there...) - but as I'm slowly weaving my way back into Little Winter, I thought I'd get back into it. Because, it's December, the month of Christmas and my birthday and ultimately just feeling full of love (and cheese). And I've got a whole lot of love and everything else to be thankful for. So here's five of my happy things from the month so far.
Family and friends. After months of worrying about my birthday and what was or wasn't going to happen, my friends and family have done nothing but support me and be there to celebrate with me. And the fact that they've travelled around the country to spend time with me, makes me feel incredibly lucky to have those people around me. They're also always there on the other end of the phone, which I'll forever be thankful for - because my 'quick question' messages, are pretty regular. Let me tell you that!
A busy diary. We all know I love a busy diary, and this month is certainly that! In between celebrating my birthday, a weekend in the Derbyshire countryside, a trip to Paris on the cards and another exciting trip that I can't quite yet talk about, my diary is bustling. And I'm all for this freelance life, because weekday trips are becoming my new favourite.
Cheeseboards. I mean, I never needed an excuse to indulge in cheese, but in December, we can get away with eating even more of it. And that's why I love December. We've already enjoyed a few cheeseboards in the last few weeks, and I know there's two more cheese and wine nights on the cards - and that's before we've even gotten to the 25th! I don't think I'll ever get bored of cheese. And if I do, then I guess I'm bored of life. Or something like that...
A sense of pride. It's not everyday you'll hear me talk highly of myself and whilst I'm still not about to, the male and I were chatting the other night about how far I've come in the last 12 months. At the start of the year where I was at my lowest in terms of Body Dysmorphia, it's really come on heaps and bounds. And of course, I still have my battles most days, but the fact I've been letting people photograph me and haven't been shying away from it, is such a huge step, that I actually, feel a little proud of myself.
The cat that is mine and the cat that is not mine. I don't actually think I've spoken about it on here, but you see, we have this cat, that is not mine, and he turns up most mornings for a little potter and play with Runkle. And quite honestly, he's such a great cat, that I think I technically own two cats now. And I am certainly not complaining!
"When you focus on the good, the good gets better."
