Reading old blog posts is so cringy.
To be honest, reading anything I wrote during the years when my body still produced its own collagen makes me feel a bit poorly.
Social media and I parted company quite a few years ago now after it turned out we weren’t at all compatible. Not all relationships work out in the longer term, I’ve found, especially those that just make you sad.
Yet, I sort of miss writing complete nonsense for no reason. There’s an identity in words.
So I’m here I am, hypocritical in all the ways that I find social media superfluous and exposing.
But at least now, I guess, I do use a night cream.
Hot plum tea, in a warm cafe, where there’s a dog and it’s -4 outside is spectacular. Smiling at strangers with the bits of plant still stuck in between your teeth is character building.