I'm not sure what I've done, or more to the point how I've done it, but somehow I seem to have turned a corner recently. Having been annoying myself with the time I've spent unable to shift this miserable fug, I feel as though I've come out of the other side. It's true, all of those helpful advicey things which people say about moving on, no longer letting someone have a million second chances (I appreciate that's an oxymoron!) and that actually, at some point, you'll wake up and realise that the things you'd been so sure about, maybe weren't so certain after all.
Basically, having felt as though I could make something I thought I wanted happen, by perseverance and little else, it turns out that it wasn't what I needed anyway. Which is sometimes the way of things. Anyhow, things are pretty great at the moment, really, and I've been trying hard to remember this by turning my focus to the good things, be those big or little. I've taken a bit of a leap of faith when it comes to certain things lately, but they're working out okay and maybe, perhaps, sort of, not quite as scary as I'd worried that they might be.
Yesterday's good thing was spending my evening with some of my favourite people, who never fail to make me feel loved and welcome. Which is a pretty awesome feeling. I've long struggled with that feeling of belonging, which is a topic for another post one day, perhaps. We went on a long walk with the dog, across the countryside and it was lovely to just take it all in and explore. I guess we have some pretty nice sights on our doorstep, which is something I often take for granted. I have friends visiting this weekend and am keen to make sure they see the *nice* parts of where I live, but I think that sometimes I forget that quite a lot of it can be rather nice, if you know where to look.