these are better days

Sometimes, my subconscious seemingly spites me by bringing my past to me in the vivid technicolour of my dreams. On this other side of consciousness I am there, one year ago, and the pain is palpable, the confusion, real. On waking, the shadows of sadness follow me around for most of the day, a feeling I can't seem to fully distract myself from.

In the supermarket, I have in my basket, toffee popcorn, when I really wanted Belgian chocolates, a sugary jam filled donut, and a packet of salt & vinegar crisps. I add some grapes to balance it out a bit. A little boy is wandering and crying. I take his hand and reluctantly leave him at customer service. It makes me want to cry.

I haven't been to the gym in 5 days. The flipside of that, is that this past week has been the busiest, most lucrative, and most rewarding week freelancing, so far. 4 shoots, 3 of them paid. And more coming up on Monday and Tues. Could I really be living my dream? I am overwhlemed that I am.

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