#theroarofthethunder

Almost ten years on tumblr, and it’s gone from something I use every day, something I rely on, with a relationship that is not entirely healthy, to something positive, that just brings me joy occasionally. So that’s a good place to start.

It’s been a good year. A year full of self-discovery and adventure. I moved cities. I took risks. I had therapy. I drank a lot. I fell in love. The light and the shade have brought me to where I am now - the precipice of what I have high hopes will be a defining year of my life.

The choices I must make hang before me, waiting to drop, like so many figs on Sylvia’s tree. But for once, that doesn’t frighten me. The body I inhabit is strong, and can withstand a lot more than I once felt it could.

This year has been the ultimate mixed bag: personal triumphs like running a marathon and pulling together a show, interspersed with health disasters and a dull, seemingly never ending exhaustion. 

Luckily, a friend recently wrote to me with some solid advice for 2019. She said do not spend any energy on anything or anyone who drains your energy. God knows, I have little enough of it to give, but this year, I swear, all my energy is going into making a better, brighter, happier life for myself and for those I care about. 

Haven’t posted in a while.

Started a blog about *GASP* my actual life! Feel free to subscribe here and learn about my adventures: https://charfrost187.wixsite.com/charlittleworldbig

Promise to be more diligent in future.

Well 2016 has been... interesting.

On a global scale, it’s terrifying. Terrifying weather; terrifying world leaders; terrifying death. 

But personally, 2016 has not been as bad as it could have been. I’ve made a tiny bit of progress in my career. I ran a half marathon in October. I’m slowly rebuilding my relationships with my family - although it feels a bit like one step forward, ten steps back, at the moment. I’ve worked sixty hour weeks to replenish my savings, and I’ve spent whole afternoons in bed. I’ve eaten some incredible nourishing food, and I’ve eaten at Five Guys. 

Altogether, I am happier with the person that I am now, than the person who wrote this post a year ago. And that has to be enough. A little bit of growth every year is all I can ask for, all I want.

 Here’s to 2017, to American roadtrips, to prosecco, to friends and to people reading this who I will never meet. Here’s to me and here’s to you. 

I’m going on my first beach holiday in like ten years. So.

EXCITED.

IS.

AN.

UNDERSTATEMENT.

I’ve worked so hard to scrimp and save over the past six months for this lil break. I’m going to lay on a beach and be a mindful and bronzed Aphrodite. There will be reading, there will be beach-running, there will be snoozing and GODAMMIT THERE WILL BE DRINKING.