1988

2018 is about to start and yet I'm immersed in 1988. I've been reading my journal from that year, wanting to get back in touch with how I felt when I was the age of my teenage offspring. It's a different style to my blog, given it had no audience, tho similarly allowed for reflection and a chance to feel less isolated. I guess I'm a big believer in the power of our own ability to work things through given space :) So there are feelings things there that interest me. Mainly it documented what I did, the lessons attended, what I wore (fluorescent pink was my favourite colour at the time). Music was key, I've written out lyrics and stuck in cuttings from smash hits, and the Pet Shop Boys seem to get a mention most days. I was not yet vegetarian and am surprised by how often I refer to McDonald's. It's interesting to see how different I am now, tho I can still identify to a certain extent with the girl I was.

It's a day for reflections isn't it. 2017 has definitely been challenging, and I'm struck today with how little I've physically sorted in the house - that often happens when I'm contending with emotional stuff. Whilst the sun is shining and I have the motivation, I'm trying to clear out things that have accumulated (dust, clutter) - it will take much more than a day, but any step forwards is a step forwards :D