I've had a hard time this year. Lots of really good things have happened, I've met some great people, some of my favourite people have got married and/or moved in together or engaged, I've had lots and lots of fun and learnt loads of new things.
But it's also been incredibly stressful and I'm having mild anxiety panic when there's too many loud people around me as a result. It's cased by stress and it will go away when things calm down at work. It's irritating because it means clubs, some restaurants, bars and shops are all out for me at the minute, if I still want my friends to talk to me.
So I took Christmas off this year.
It's well documented that I'm not the biggest fant of Christmas at the best of times, so this year I decided I was going to do exactly what I wanted.
I started the day with a run. I barely managed 5k but it was quiet and beautiful and there was no one around to bother me. I came home and had a long bubble bath and read a book, there may have been some champagne consumed in the bath.
I opened my presents and spoke to my boyfriend and family. They all seemed suitably pleased with their gifts and I got given some amazing things. Then I tore into a box set of 24, painted my nails, cooked some ribs with baked potatoes and salad and drank a fuckton of wine and fell asleep on the sofa. I might have dribbled on myself slightly.
I wouldn't want to do this every year, but this year - right now - this is exactly what I needed.
