Change.

I think I've somehow learnt to hate change.
I used to be the sort of person who would roll with the punches, swap and move about at the drop of a hat, take advice and run with it at a moments notice.
Now, things aren't like that. A small change like a choice of dinners leaves me all over the place and lost. 
I am learning to hate that.
It feels very insecure and confusing.
Not nice at all.
The worst thing is, I don't know what at all to do about it.

I don't know.

Its hard to work out what to say on here sometimes. I wonder if people actually read it. If people do, is that awesome because my thoughts are getting an audience, or is it not awesome because people are reading my thoughts? Or is this writing just going into the cyberspace circular file, no-one is reading it and I'm actually talking to myself? If that's the case, is it good because my writing is private, or bad because no-one wants to read my self-indulgent crap?
I don't know.

Retail therapy.

Retail therapy is so under-rated.
Today I was actually able to forget about all the bullshit thats happened over the last few months and just enjoy some retail therapy. Its been a long time since I've just been able to live in the moment, to enjoy what I'm doing at any present time, not have to worry about what comes next all the time.
Of course my bank balance isn't too pleased with that, but it can go spin on a rusty nail. A girl's gotta shop ;)