I don’t know how to start this post. Y’know when something is so emotionally overwhelming that you don’t quite know how to coherently put it into words? That’s me right now. So, I guess I’ll just go ahead and say it – I’m now officially considered not to have Cancer anymore. I’m all clear. I’ve been discharged.
I don’t know about you, but when winter comes all I want to do is be at home, drinking a bucket-sized mug of tea, cosy and warm under a blanket with my pets all around me.
Despite enjoying being out on the town, seeing friends and family, going for meals and sipping cocktails in a fancy bar, nothing compares to snuggling up with my animals. At the moment I’m suffering with some sort of horrible cold virus which has left me feeling truly awful, but the minute I get home, I’m on that sofa and getting all the love and cuddles from my favourites.
Earlier this week, on Monday afternoon, I made an exception to my ‘chained-to-the-desk-and-never-leave’ rule and stepped out of my office to take a lunch break.
This break, as well as being incredibly rare, was pre-planned several weeks in advance as I had booked to have another tattoo in a shop not too far from where I work.
Now, tattoos aren’t for everyone and that’s absolutely fine – different strokes for different folks etc – but, for me, they’re something I find interesting as both an artform and as a point of conversation. Some people have them purely for the aesthetic, others to tell a story. I fall into the latter group.
Once upon a time there was a girl called Penny. (It me). She was smaller than her school peers, she was ginger, she loved learning and she was painfully shy. She was also mercilessly bullied.
Chewing gum in her hair, graffiti carved into the wooden desks of the classrooms, indelible inked comments on the toilet walls. And loneliness, so much loneliness.
Tears in the evening at home, despair in the morning at the school gates, and misery during the 6-hours of the school day, before it was time to go home and the crying would start again.
There’s no denying that in recent years society has become a lot more aware of self-care and the ways in which we can aid our bodies in terms of what we put in it. Vitamins and supplements are big business and you can barely get through a day online without seeing a story telling you what you should and shouldn’t be eating.
Along with this raise in consciousness about food intake to keep us feeling our best has come a greater interest in how we can do the same for our pets, with an increased awareness in general of all the bad stuff that goes in to so many of the pet foods you can buy from the supermarket shelves.