So the thing is, that when you’ve passed over a year in a chronically fatigued state, life starts to become a bit dog-eared. I used to be fresh faced, adventuring, trying new things, and while I still have those urges, parting from my super cosy dressing gown is a little too painful to do too frequently. Plus, pre-ME I used to have access to travel, now I live locally. Like a goat tied to a rope, tied to a peg, where ME is the rope that dictates my radius of travel, and the peg is my bed and hot water bottle.
There are blessings in this; I have somewhat embraced local living, for eco reasons, for pacing reasons, and contentment reasons. I’ve maybe also got over myself in terms of keeping up a glamorous persona. This has been aided by showers taking up a significant proportion of precious and finite energy at times, and therefore being foregone more than I’d care to admit.
However, winter is coming around again, and I need me some glamour to endure it. Gone are the days where I’d skip into London on the metro line and gorge on sushi and culture as though I weren’t on a youth worker’s salary. I’m going to have to bring sexy back COUNTY DURHAM style. It’s going to take ingenuity, creativity, and of course, abundant wet weather gear*.
Here are some of my thoughts:
Experience the North East. Firstly, we’ve got Newcastle on our doorstep, officially quite cosmopolitan since it got its own Jamie’s Italian. And they do burgers in brioche buns like in London. Kitsch coffee shops are hidden diamonds for the hipsters who bother to look for them, and cultural novelties are tucked into the pockets of the city to be found by those worthy of finding this treasure. I’ve been plotting for a while to show off my north easterly adventures, convinced for the couple of years I’ve been up here that the North East of England is massively underrated down south. I think I’ll resume my reviewing of old that I used to do here frequently. Afterall, it’s probably good for the local economy**. I’m definitely going to eat oysters at the Grainger Market at the very least. And take the time to tell you about the most amazing coffee shop I found in Tynemouth.
Live more creatively. I love DIY glamour. And there’s space for it, where I live too. I have scope for playing Stateside thanksgiving dinners, or hosting a Harry Potter dinner party. I’ve got tolerant friends. Why not create the glamour I’m missing***?! Make a cake with cardamon in it. Put an ironic slogan on an old T-shirt in gold fabric paint. I think it also may include having a go at writing the kind of stuff I’d dream of writing, rather than reading other people’s stuff and thinking “I wish I’d written that first”. And I’ll probably build some kind of cardboard box fort at some point. Why ever not?
Build in some gentle adventures. I’m completely inspired by my amazing friends who are planning on buying and living in a yurt for a spell in Devon. It’s shocked me into realising that these fantastic things we hear about in magazines and see in films, may actually be possible. They’ve made me reevaluate my bucket list and seriously consider how to make certain dreams possible. No longer a victim of ME, I’m going to book some flights. Probably. Or at least spend a night under canvas somewhere. Possibly. I’ll let you know. Anyway, I think I need to stop waiting to be better to start looking forward to things.
Wear more red lipstick. Because actually, when it comes down to it, at the end of the day, red lipstick makes you invincible.
*So much wet weather gear that I will inevitably create the conditions of a rainforest under these essential items, and experience a shockingly humid climate much of the time.
**As long as I remember this time that slagging off some local coffee shops may lead to conflict and humiliation.
***Except making my own sushi. We all know it will only end in expensive tears.