Well, that was shit

Was. Past tense.
Today wasn't, isn't. It actually wasn't even slightly shit.

Today was so not shit I realised how shit the last 12 days have been.
The Twelve Days of Shitmas have passed.

I didn't really admit to how shit I'd been feeling in my previous blips because I was worried about being too self-indulgent and whingy whiny. But it really was like wading through treacle with an elephant on my head, lead in my pockets, and porridge in my brain.

Today I knew if I wanted to I could do anything.

So I just enjoyed being alive.

I went for a walk to the beach with Richard and the dog. The elderflower was flowering and the hedgerows were weighty and heighty with loveliness.
It was good to see a fair few butterflies and bees. the feeling of my muscles stretching instead of complaining as I walking uphill was bloody lovely.

This evening I got stuck into a bit of gardening. I pulled up loads of ivy, brambles and grass and I think I planted 50-ish foxglove seedlings... I've no idea if I did a good job or not. Again the feeling of my muscles working and stretching was very welcome.