Delicate
Delicate
Continuing with the theme of the last blog post. So I can’t believe that I’ve been to a wedding now. There was so much love and magic in the air. It hasn’t changed my views on my dream wedding. I’ve always dreamed of a really small wedding. I have always wanted to cap it at like 12 guests - possibly including the bride and groom. I have always wanted to get married in the US for some weird reason. The more in the middle of nowhere the better. Preferably in someone’s back garden. Or just somewhere near the forest. Come to think of it I would like to just live out the rest of my life in a forest
But on a simpler level
- I need to get out of bed and make some food but I am crashed in bed with a hangover. I had like 1-2 glasses of red wine/prosecco/some random sips of other wine. This is more than I have had in years. I have the tolerance of a child. I feel so tired and so depressed (but writing helps omg)
- I would like to stick to my plan of getting to work early to plan my work every day - I have a new planner and stickers
- I need to finish sorting my stickers
- I need to wash my hair (it takes ages to dry)
- I need to find a way to become rich
- I need to work on my secret plan to become rich
- I want to stare moodily at my pictures of glass houses on the wall
- I have so many other responsible adult things to do ugh
- I want to keep on dancing but I danced 8 hours this weekend and I am enjoying my break
- I want to dance more though as I have found a cool new theme to dance with
- I need to write to my private yoga teacher! Oh yeah
This is where I am at


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