Normal is an ideal. But it’s not reality. Reality is brutal, it’s beautiful, it’s every shade between black and white, and it’s magical. Yes, magical. Because every now and then, it turns nothing into something.
Tara Kelly
Hey, Lovelies.
This might not be a big deal to you, but it is to me.
I had a normal Friday night last night.
We met up with friends, had a drink, ate dinner out.
Like most normal people do.
It has been thirty years since I have been that kind of person. My health has been so poor, my energy levels so low. Going out at night has just not been a thing.
But last night?
Oh my. I had a gloriously suburban ‘go out to celebrate the weekend’ kind of a night.
Yes, we ate early. Yes, I was still in bed well before midnight. Still, this newfound energy and freedom is something I am relishing. It feels so amazing. Like a whole new life.
I’m glad I never croaked it all those times, so I could get to live a bit. Oh, living is LOVELY!
Big hugs, and a whole lot of going-out deliciousness and fairy lights, Nicole xx
