Paths not taken

(back blip for yesterday)

This isn't the photo I'd planned to take. I went into London last night to meet some friends for drinks and dinner. We were meeting near London Bridge, which is the station I used to commute into before I left on maternity leave to have Little G. I wanted to take a picture of the station, or the river, or some other reminder of my time there. But in the end it was too dark by the time I got to London, and there are so many building works going on around London Bridge, and it's all just so, well, BIG, that my little phone camera couldn't really capture anything. So instead, here's the station at the start of my journey.

Going into London always makes me feel a bit funny, nostalgic almost, for the life I used to have. If I'm honest, I was a little wary about meeting up with my old work friends, for fear that all their talk of jobs and careers etc would send me spiralling on another cycle of self doubt about the choices I've made. But - thankfully - it didn't. It was just really lovely to see them, and to catch up on everybody's news, and to have a good old natter with people who know me primarily as Me, and not as somebody's mum. Full stop. No crisis of confidence or identity. No nagging self doubt.

Maybe I'm growing up or something, or maybe I'm just more conscious now of how lucky I have been in how things have worked out - but right now, I am happy where I am, so cannot regret the paths that have led me here. And I therefore can't spend too much time pondering those paths not taken.