Necklace*: Astrid & Miyu
It’s Sunday and I’m finally emerging from a week-long funk.
I’ve spent the last 6 days in a haze of sadness, confusion and insecurity. I’ve had no motivation, no strength and no desire to either work or play. Like on an oppressive, grey day, I’ve felt stifled and suffocated – not helped by the muggy heat and the stickiness of my skin. I took a social media hiatus, the pressure of posting and updating overwhelming me to the point of exhaustion. I avoided the gym every day but one, giving in to the heaviness of my bloated limbs and the infinite excuses I came up with. I lost myself in oblivion.
Then on Thursday morning, I rose with the birds after a sleepless night and drove to the gym, enjoying the quiet roads and the silence of a still world. I ran 12km that morning, pounding the treadmill until my legs moved like they were on autopilot. With sweat dripping down my face and redness in my cheeks, I felt an energy I hadn’t felt all week. I stretched out and strode to my car feeling lighter, brighter. And after a long day at my desk, I went again that night. I ran another 4km and was rewarded with the same release.
After that day, my head gradually became clearer. I went out for wine on Friday and yesterday, enjoyed a wonderful breakfast event and an all-day shopping spree in central London with my Mum. And today? I am tired. But tired in the conventional way, no longer as though I want to give in. I’m excited to sleep, to wake up and breathe life into a new week, one that I know for sure will be better than last.
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