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and then, we move on...

Sometimes moving on can be so hard. I remember last year when I got "released" from hospital. The fear of leaving that safe trauma ward was awful. I hated thinking "oh God...now I'll be on my own and I still cant walk"...but you know what? we move on.

We move on from petty fights with friends, from stupid family things, from broken hearts and crap days and we hope for better things.

Im blessed because I'm experiencing those 'better things' right now, actually.

Think about it, Im at work (so Im thankful for a job), I have the world's most amazing people as my friends (seriously, all my friends are worth their weight in gold) I have a safe home, lots of food and money...and I have an amazing boyfriend.

Alun met up with me yesterday at the Royal on a sunny, warm Perth day. He had something in a huge shopping bag and held it out to me with an excited grin "OMG Janet - open it, you're gonna LOVE it!" and the smile on his face reminded me of a child's smile on Christmas morning. I opened it and saw what I'd been looking for for weeks. A gym bag. Not just any gym bag, either - a Puma one - in pink *excited face*. I loved it right away. It has handles and then a big shoulder strap. It's just the right size and I would have picked it for myself if I'd seen it. I love Alun. Alun nodded and grinned some more and then said "and open that, too" and pointed to the main zip on my gym bag. I opened it and inside was a pink beach towel - the same pink shades as on my bag with a huge pink satin bow around it and then underneath that was a pink drink bottle. Not just any drink bottle - one that filters the water from a tap so you get a more 'pure' drink from it.

I love how thoughtful Alun is, seriously.

We spent the afternoon walking around hand in hand in the sun (Alun carried my bag for me) then we headed to Alun's where he cooked me an amazing meal (chicken legs marinated in red wine and herbs with a fresh summer salad - it was AMAZING, I swear) and we chilled out talking, listening to music and watching telly. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up hours later listening to Alun speaking with Wix and Grant (his housemates).

I feel so loved, cherished and spoiled.

Things are gonna be okay.

Especially once I get back into the gym! No excuses now, I have a bag!!!

(I've named my bag Little Milton)

(dont ask)

I'll write again soon xx

Comments

  1. LynelleNovember 16, 2010 at 11:50 PM

    Woohoo! GymGymGym! I promise I will start going to Pump classes at the one near me.

    ...as soon as I get around to buying appropriate shoes.

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  2. Little J xxNovember 17, 2010 at 5:39 PM

    BAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! Oh Lynelle you are awesome xx

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  3. LynelleNovember 21, 2010 at 1:29 PM

    Bought shoes today. I've got shoes, exercise pants, a sports bra... I'm running out of excuses, Janet.

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  4. Little J xxNovember 22, 2010 at 6:29 PM

    HAHAHHAHAA OMG Lynelle you make me laugh. Have you got a water bottle? xx

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