Two years ago, on 8th January, my husband told me he was leaving.
One year ago, on 8th January, I wrote this.
I decided that I would declare the 8th of January Me Day. A day to acknowledge that I’ve survived, that I’m not the woman I was. I wish I could go back and tell her that everything will work out OK.
I happened to have the day off work.
I started with a bit of a lie in. Breakfast in bed and then I did my daily Sudoku. (Difficulty level 4, in 12 minutes 57 seconds. Happy with that.)
I needed to spend a bit of time in the office, and I needed to shop. It was starting to snow, so I scooted out to get the shopping done before things got worse. I bought wine and flowers (and cat litter and bin bags – life’s not all beer and skittles!)
I did a bit of writing, then had some lunch.
I did it properly – lit the fire in the dining room, found the table mats, and sat a while. It was lovely – I had a mug of tea, and then I had another one. No TV, no screen. Just quietness and the snow falling outside. I sat over lunch for nearly two hours!!
After that, I snoozed a while on the sofa. I like a sofa snooze.
At 5 o’clock I did a virtual gym session in the spare bedroom. There are no beds in there – my ex took the spare bedroom furniture when he left, and I haven’t replaced it. I use it as my office – but there’s space for an exercise mat on the floor.
After the gym session, it was time for dinner. Friday night is pizza night, so that was easy. I’d bought wine, but while I was cooking the lodger came down and pointed out that we hadn’t drunk one of the bottles he’d bought to have with the Christmas meal, and did I want a glass? Well, go on then.
I’m not doing Dry January – but I’m such a light weight you’d hardly notice. I have a glass of wine on a Friday night and one on a Saturday, and that’s pretty much it. So that was the Friday night drink sorted.
I watched a bit of TV (Winter Walks on BBC 4 is rapidly becoming one of my favourite programmes), and finished off the evening with a long hot soak in the bath. Lots of bubbles.
It probably wasn’t the ‘Me Day’ I’d imagined last year when I decided to do this every year – I think I’d imagined taking myself out for lunch, or going to look round somewhere historical – or both. But it was quietly pleasant.
I’ll be doing it again next year.
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