Big Mouth Strikes Again

I’m currently employed, lying in bed, drunk, in old clothes, alone.

Out of context, it sounds really sad, but I absolutely love my life. I’m in bed because I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon and don’t want to be hungover. That meeting is to help with a charity I’m setting up to help people who are street homeless or sofa surfing in my area. I’ve taken redundancy because I can give my all to making the project work, so although I’m unemployed, it will work out helping people in the end, and means I can do something I absolutely believe in for a living.

I’m in old clothes because we’re packing to move in to a better house. Very little more money for an amazing house, close to where we are now, but closer to family.

I’m alone because my wonderful man and an equally as wonderful friend are still out with our neighbour. The friend is someone I would literally trust my life to and my man is without a doubt the love of my life. The man I’ve planned children and a whole life with and who loves me exactly as I am and wants that future with me too.

And I’m drunk.. well because I can be.

I’ve been in the same position before, but unemployed because my job ended, old clothes because I was too poor to buy new clothes and alone because I’d had my heart broken.