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Life of Lu 29/4/15

Being thankful.

It has been a while since I did a 'Life of Lu'  so I decided to bite the bullet and write one up.  Things are great at the moment,  really great,  and in reflection I am aware of how lucky I am to have the life that I have at the moment. So tonights theme is (you may have guessed) being thankful.

1. I am thankful that I am surrounded by some wonderful people who make me smile, laugh and bring me out for an occassional twirl.  I have met so many wonderful people since I've moved here and they surprise me continually with how much they support and care for me. I always say that I am happy to move anywhere for work but this time I think I would be heartbroken if I had to leave Scotand permanently.  Simply because I feel so at home here. In the words of Paul Young "Wherever I lay my hat (That's my home)" and I have laid my hat in Alba.

2. I am thankful for music and how big a part it has come to play in my life.  A friend of mine is like a musical guru to me and my guru has lately introduced me to The Beautiful South who are intoxicating.  Simply intoxicating.  I find when I get stressed or feel down,  I now put on my trainers,  crank up my headphones and pound the pavement.  I get lost in lyrics and harmonies and it reminds me of all the years in choirs where I could transport myself into a world of minums and staccato.  I love it.  I want to start playing again.  Perhaps go back to the piano or pick up a trad instrument.  Without a doubt,  music is food for the soul.

3. Speaking of trainers,  I am thankful for all the people happy to tread the prom with me or spend a day walking the pentlands.  I have really started to enjoy exercising and as I said above it helps me destress and calm myself.  It is also making my wardrobe a lot more accessible! I meant it when I said that 2015 is the year for Lu and making my mind and body the best they can be is a huge part of it.  There is so much support for what I am doing I know that I have the willpower to see it through this time even if I do have a sneaky bag of taytos every now and then!

4. I am thankful that I have a job I enjoy.  I am lucky in that sense.  I get stressed.  I'm turning grey.  Sometimes I work too much.  But I love it.  If I'm honest,  I think the stressful days are some of my favourites.  I have been given a lot of opportunity over the past 3 years and now I am really trying to improve myself and be the best I can be.  Who knows what the future holds?  All I know is that it is looking brighter all the time.

5. I guess the think that I am most thankful for at the moment is rather selfish.  I spent a lot of last year in a dark place,  one I am mindful not to return too.  The people from my first thankful pulled me into the light and I have worked hard to stay there.  A lot happened last year.  Weddings,  engagements,  babies,  first homes and as I saw all these wonderful things happen I felt so lonesome and so alone in the tbe world.  It was such a bittersweet time and the greying hair added to the despair.  I made foolish mistakes along the way and started 2015 knowing that I had to get away from the self pity.  My last thankful is that I am thankful I have refound my independence.  I no longer feel the need to 'settle down', in fact,  I am rather enjoying being answerable only to me.  I don't have boyfriend envy nor am I looking for my Heathcliff.  I am spending my time enjoying my time,  writing,  walking,  twirling. I am going to gigs, exploring parks, singing karaoke...  I am comfortable in my skin and it has taken a long time for that to happen. What more could a girl be thankful for?

Until the next time,
Lu

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