I am sat in Starbucks. I fucking hate Starbucks. Not just for the whole tax avoidance stuff, but for the horrific over priced snacks and the fact it takes 20mins for them to make a coffee. It’s literally all they do. And it takes forever.
Here I am nonetheless as I am waiting for the garage to finish servicing my car, with an extra £500 bonus expense because it needs new tyres. I don’t really have £500 to spend on new tyres but you can’t drive a car without them.
I should have stayed in town and found a nice indie cafe which doesn’t charge me £4.00 for a plastic panini or £3.00 for a stale cookie. Seriously. I would take a picture of the sorry state of the cake counter but ”Ti” who made my Chai tea ( I wasn’t going to wait for the coffee and refuse to give them money for airplane food) was kind of sweet.
My keyboard that attaches to my iPad, which I’m writing this on isn’t working properly either so apologies for any bad punctuation or random capitals which sneak their way into this post.
I’m starving. I’m grumpy. In short, I’m having one of those days. One where everything just feels a bit shit.
I dropped my car off first thing this morning and had a whole day to wander into town and generally amuse myself or find somewhere to work for the day. I met a friend for an hour or so and had a root round some charity shops but then the guilt at not working took over so I headed back up towards the garage, looking for somewhere with WiFi. This is how I ended up being moody in Starbucks.
As I was walking out of town I was brain storming about the topic for this week’s post which I normaly write on a Tuesday morning.
Aware of my pissy mood, I got thinking about how I could turn that into a lesson. And here it is.
Some days things just all seem a bit shit. And that’s ok. Everyone has days like this. I know 100% that all the things which are playing on my mind are, in the grand scheme of things, pretty meaningless and definitely temporary. Knowing this isn’t suddenly going to make me sweetness and light, but instead of adding irritation at the futility of my grump into the mix, I’m choosing instead to accept my strop and just let it run its course. Everything is temporary.
Normally I spend a long time on these posts, reading and re-reading them but this week I’m not filtering the language out and just writing it raw. Keeping it real (I’m doing the ‘keep it real’ gangsta hand gesture – Ti is looking at me funny… okay, that last bit’s a lie, I’m typing, but I’m doing it in my head!)
I know that by the time I get some food in me and go to a yoga class, I will be feeling more ‘me’ again.
I’m also aware of how spoilt and middle class I sound, but sometimes the little niggles get to you. So instead of fighting it, I’m just gonna go with it till it passes.
In the meantime, I’ll take my miserable arse away from you guys and use my waiting time to go look at cat videos on you tube. That always makes things better!
Plus I just overheard the guy behind me on the phone asking if his MOT was done yet. Suddenly I don’t feel so alone!
Big moody love