I see these posts on other blogs sometimes and thought I’d give it a go…..
Confession no. 1: I’ve got my head in the sand about winter. Pretending it isn’t around the corner by wearing dresses and sandals most days at work. I bought myself a lovely cardigan but I refuse to do more than look at it when I open the cupboard in the morning. Not ready to pack away my floral dresses just yet.
Confession no. 2: I have always done my own nails and had them short but now have discovered gel overlays. Oh my word – what took me so long to try this? And I haven’t done anything to my nails so they have grown quite long.
Confession no. 3: due to having long nails for the first time in years I’m battling to type at times but I feel this is a small sacrifice for pretty nails.
Confession no. 4: My parents moved last year and are 2 hours away. We are closer now and more in contact than when they lived 5 minutes away. I grew up in a house which was often filled with visitors and a doorbell that never stopped ringing. Only as an adult (and after realising I’m an introvert) did I realise why I felt it was sometimes invasive. It is not that I am anti-social – it is was just that we seemed to be the household that everyone my parents knew felt they could just rock up and park off at. My parents are amazing hosts but I feel that they were sometimes taken advantage of and it upset me.
Now when we visit we actually get to have a conversation with them instead of watching them run around after everyone, getting them eats and something to drink. A conversation gets to be about my parents, sister and us. Not a visitor. Not who needs more coffee. When I tell my parents something these days they have the time to hear and take in what I’m saying. They have made amazing friends – I’ve been lucky enough to meet a few but nobody falls through their doorway from sunrise to sunset expecting to be fed and entertained. Everyone respects their time and space.
Confession 5: I have always refused to have a doorbell. This could be linked to the above.
Confession 6: I’m often shocked at how much tea I drink! I start off the day with good intentions to match each cup of tea with a glass of water but seldom does this happen. Sometimes I’ve had 3 cups of tea before 9:00am.
Confession 7: I detest throwing things away in the belief that I’ll need that random piece of paper/receipt/post-it/ reminder one day. This means I’ve still got my work diary from 2006.
Confession 8: On Monday hubby and I were supposed to start our week off with a super healthy dinner. I was going to make a grocery list. We were going to go to the supermarket. But then we found ourselves at our favourite restaurant and that was that.
Confession 9: I cannot get the most recent episode of “This is Us” out of my head. It was the Superbowl Sunday episode and I knew we were going to find out how Jack died but it was just so incredibly sad. I ate alot of ice-cream while I watched it with a wet face.
Confession 10: we are out of ice-cream.
Well that felt good. What would you like to get off your chest?