Hello boys and girls!
So, I’m hungover. Not throwing-up-oh-dear-god-I-need-a-stomach-pump hungover, more had-one-too-many-glasses-of-wine-with-my-mum hungover.
This is the second time this month I have been ravaged by the after effects of too much fun, the last was when I didn’t post because I was getting drunk in a caravan with about 20 other people (long story) .
Due to my lack of brain power today, I am pausing the structured blog posts I’ve been favouring lately and I thought instead I’d do an old school chatty post.
So let’s chat!
Lately my mental health (yep we’re jumping in at the deep end) has come on in leaps and bounds; I’m in a much better place than I was last year. I’m living and working in Edinburgh, and trying to go to the gym at least twice a week… and resisting the urge to eat pizza more than I go to the gym (if you were wondering, I haven’t gone to the gym this week and I literally just ordered pizza).
But recently I’ve realised that I don’t have much of a social life. I have friends at work but they are work friends; you know each other, you like each other but you don’t do anything out of work.
It’s starting to bum me out.
And my mum’s been on my case about relationships (hi mum, yes it is still annoying me), but I’m not really in any situations to meet someone organically.
I usually work from six or seven in the morning until early afternoon, go to the gym and then make dinner. I like chilling on the weekends and I live in fear of getting murdered on a Tinder date so I don’t really know what to do.
I’m longing for some excitement. Considering that during the worst of my depression I struggled to want to leave my bed, let alone long for fun, I’m taking this as a good sign.
It doesn’t help that I moved away from my university city and don’t live near my family, I’m building a life here, but lately I feel as I’m not so much living as existing. Is this a feeling a lot of people have?
If any of you have struggled with similar problems, please let me know in the comments!
Apologies for the long musing post; I get really philosophical when I’m hungover. And hungry. I really hope my pizza arrives soon.
Happy Sunday! Enjoy your freedom until about five o’clock when you remember you have work tomorrow!