This is a long post because it’s something that’s really changed me and that I feel deserves an essay. It’s also another excuse for writing a list, and I love lists. But if you’re short for time, the tl;dr version is at the bottom. Also, there’s lots of swearing in this.
I’m a born fuck-giver. Maybe you are too. As a self-described overachieving perfectionist, I gave my fucks liberally all throughout my childhood and adolescence. […] This was no way to live.”
This could be written by me. I’m an over-thinker. I attribute it to having a stupidly wild imagination, one I’ve been overwhelmed with since I was a little girl. From imagining there were snakes in my bed, to imagining I had a dog for a whole year, to imagining I was actually twins with my sister who’s 21 years older than me… You name it, I imagined it.
This post is a massive, typical blogger self-indulgence: it’s just an excuse to write about being tidy and organised, one of my life loves. It’s an excuse to write a list, one of my favourite things. It’s an excuse to put all my gushings about the Kon Mari method and how it’s changed my life down in writing, and hopefully in the process stop harassing all my friends about it. (Let’s be real, though, that’s not really going to change.)
I went to this exhibition nearly two months ago now and have had the draft for this post floating around in my head ever since. All those thoughts and obsessions and ruminations and gushings have finally taken a coherent shape now though.
I’ve written about London once already and it was one of my most popular posts. Waxing lyrical about this city I love, that I’ve loved since I moved here when I was six, is probably one of my favourite pastimes.