So, I did take a brief if not-so-inadvertent break from blogging, and, well, taking part in general, really. Occupational hazard, I guess. The last week of holidays is always a good reason to get just a little bit worked up even if you’re not as highly strung as I am – hi, I worked to get into this routine, why must you insist on changing it now? Coupled with the fact that the vast majority of my friends have had the impudence to flee back to their respective universities, the endless internal soliloquy that’s been having a party in lieu of any I could have thrown has been exhausting. No matter.
I’m a firm believer in the mantra “good things happen to well dressed people”. Don’t ask me why, it’s a superficial superstition, true, but one that sees me through many a day when actually, I’d rather be wearing pyjamas. This mantra has no better use than the first day of term – fresh start and all that cliché jazz. So, I urge everybody to put one’s finest nail polish on, smarten up that sock bun and aim to make every day as fabulous as inhumanly possible. Whether your day ends up on F My Life or Gives Me Hope, you’ll be in a far more positive frame of mind, ready to laugh the rubbish off.
PS. If I’m not blogging here, it’s probably related to this. xx