The simple life
University ended for the summer months ago and I left my job in child care just before. I know it's an absolute privilege to be able to live the lifestyle I do, without working on the side. I love the, what I call; simple pleasures.
Endless days of free time actually fill me with dread. When I'm home alone I'm trapped in a prison with guided bars. I'm my own worst enemy, and without entertainment or distraction I easily turn inwards, criticising, judging and hating myself. It's hard relying on just myself to keep myself busy. I'm a relationship person and Ilove the people in my life. But this year has felt lonely. r've held all the responsibility in preoccupying myself.
Keeping myself from the dark corners of my mind. I used to be codependent, although this year I think I've challenged and overcome that. We'll call it exposure therapy.
I've had to really listen to myself and work out what I do genuinely enjoy and then make sure I actually do it. Because we can have all the intentions in the world, but if we don't put our foot on the gas, we go nowhere. Standstill, barely over the threshold.
You guys all probably laugh at the embarrassing regularity of my Selfridges trips.
Selfridges is my safe space. It has stimulation for all my senses. Beautiful clothes to touch and try on. Delicious perfumes and candles to smell until my nose goes numb. The food hall, the matcha bar; with its sweet savoury almond milk iced matcha lattes. I crunch on the ice in my empty cup when the creamy green liquid is gone. That's real skinny bitch shit. And of course, I mean, I don't feel I need to explain how easy on the eyes Selfridges is. Lol. Toooo easssyyyyyy. Im satisfied.
It's also great exercise!
The music they play in store blurs into white noice, along with the busy chatter and footsteps on marble and metal escalators.
It's easy to zone out as I float around the labyrinth of hanging clothes. We're all ghosts.
My mind synonymous with the fabric; brainless. Enjoying the decadence and stupidity of fabric that's costs more than some people's monthly wages.
I also really appreciate the many sofas and chairs dotted around the departments. Where as men often succumb to chairs in the ladies departments, waiting for their girlfriends to finish shopping. I find the seats in the men's department always remain available.
Gratitude.
Colour psychology tells us that yellow is associated with; sunshine, hope, laughter, warmth, happiness, and energy. Those big glossy sunshine stained Selfridges bags turns me on.