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I still spend an utterly disproportionate amount of time thinking about clothes and outfits and I do wonder about my own shallowness in this regard. Why does it matter so? But then I figure - it's a hobby for me - nothing more, nothing less.
I idly consider what I would say if my little business grew and grew and I became the next Josie Maran (but without the supermodel credentials). I ponder how I would do it all and whether that sort of work wouldn't feel quite like work as it would be beautifully self-serving?
I decide 'for' and 'against' arguments for repainting the picket fence round our house; my thinking is that I quite like it weathered and tarnished. But then maybe not...
I consider if it will ever properly be summer in this country again.
I spend a lot of time checking my posture.
I get excited about future plans, about visiting family in Dubai in a few weeks and having old Uni friends to stay in June.
And some evenings, I watch an episode of 'Gossip Girl' and think about what it would be like to be fabulously wealthy and not yet 18. Pure escapism.
I try and stay really positive that one day I will be pain-free.
I feel lucky countless times in the day; for the good life I have.
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