How my life has changed so far in 2020
- Louise Moore
- Mar 27, 2020
- 4 min read
And how I hope how some of it never fucking returns.
Let's start with these photo's, which I took earlier on today sunbathing somewhat from my London apartment balcony.
Hold the fucking phone...
a) I live in London again.
b) I'm sunbathing in March.
c) I'm trapped on my Balcony.
All in one sentence, I've got so much to be thankful for, and so much to be reflective of.
For those of you that don't know, for health reasons (which I'll save for another post) I had to venture back up north and move in with mummy for a short while. After living away for 15 years and being completely independent, it was a massive change for me to be back home in my growing up house, and probably needing my mum and family more than I ever have before. To my family, thank you for looking after me during 2019. I'll be forever grateful.
Let's just all consecutively agree that we understand the reasons why I'm sunbathing on my balcony (absolutely grounded) but I can't explain the phenomenon that is this gorgeous weather for the time of year. Not that I'm complaining. Sun me bitch. I'm here for it. For a very long time...
It's weird the way things panned out with me returning to London so quickly. Although it was always my plan to come back, I'd say the current pandemic pushed things through a little faster. Another thing to be grateful for, and a massive silver lining.
My career changed literally over night around about March 20th.
To the point where I temporarily don't really have a (profitable) one at the moment. While people's incomes are limited, if not altogether eradicated, luxuries on the out going list for all are temporarily on hold. Mine included. I asked myself could I afford a PT right now whether online or otherwise and my answer is no. Therefore, how in the fuck do I think it's ok to charge people for a service right now when they can't feed their families? I made the decision to put my business temporarily on hold while we're all going through this testing time.
What I am doing in place of this is helping people free of charge via Instagram DM's, stories and IG lives, as well as emails with advice and life coaching. More than ever, I reckon the best thing we can all do is just TALK. Just be there for someone.
Even if it means answering a text from your devil dick head ex, you actually don't know how people are coping with this madness.
Hey, just be thankful that texting can't actually land you in the enemies bed. Social distancing and all that.
I've rekindled my love for writing.
I'm not claiming to be the next Shakespeare coz lets face it, you fuckers wouldn't read it anyway, but I actually love expressing myself through putting pen to paper. If I wasn't on lock down, I probably wouldn't have started writing my blog as soon as I have done and I wouldn't be writing this blog for you to read right now while you're bored out of your tits, probably taking a shit. See?? There's a good deed in everything if you look hard enough.
Did I mention I've got a new ass hole? The old one is outta here.
My new one is beautiful, designer-esque, and very small. I love it, Dr Scott off of Fairfield Independent Hospital in St Helens is a miracle ass-hole maker. He did have to ask me however to refrain from showing it off to the rest of the waiting room on my way out of my last appointment. Hopefully this helps you to understand how happy I was with the final result.
Before you jump on the anal jokes bandwagon, don't even bother. This is not why my old one was broken. There were many mitigating circumstances, and I also have a new colon.
Do I fuck want the old ones back. They can stay in 2019 along with my poor choice in fuck boy men.
On a serious note, if you bleed when you poo, get it checked guys. If you still fuck with fuck boys/fuck girls, give it up. It's a nasty habit.
My daily routine and priorities have gone right out the window.
Tits up. Up shit creek without a paddle. Absolutely fucked. Malfunctioned. Fell apart. Belly up. Gone south. Gone west. You get the picture.
Not only that, I have taken my life for granted without question. I know I'm not alone here and the rest of the world feels this too. I know you're with me on this. In fact, WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER.
I'm not gonna lie, I'm still figuring shit out, like what order I shower, start work, eat, (mini) workout, start drinking. It's all a blur.
In a very weird way, I'm kinda happy for this temporary pause on life on what I hope will just transpire into a moment in time. It's odd, but when I was in the self distancing supermarket queue earlier today, Londoners were talking to each other, and actually being kind. Never have I ever seen so many people be so nice to each other in the space of a 40 minute queue outside of a supermarket. Usually, Brits are excellent at being top grade impatient wankers when any mention of a queue springs to mind. This just fills me with hope that when we come out the other side of this chapter for the history books, people will remember how nice it felt to not be such a cunt most of the time, and pull together as a community for the love and protection of others. Makes me a bit emotional actually.
On that note, I've definitely passed the acceptable time to start drinking quarantine wine. And it's Friday. And it's legal. Just.
Peace and love.
Louise x
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