As I type this I am sat on my bed. Next to me is a pile of magazines. A pretty big pile to be honest as I seem to have accidentally collected a backlog.
I have Woman, Glamour, Ms, Lonely Planet Traveller and Gardens Illustrated. I have already done the ‘tricky crossword’ in Woman, (not that tricky), but the rest are untouched, if possibly a little out of date. (I did say I had a backlog.)
Sitting on the bed with them makes me happy. Even better, the fact of them making me happy makes me even more happy. That probably sounds a bit of an odd thing to say but I feel a bit like recently I have forgotten about some of the simple things that have always given me pleasure.
When I was younger, one of my very favourite things to do was to go to bed early with a cup of tea and a little snack and a pile of magazines. Even the fact of just sitting on the bed, not at bedtime, feels like a bit of an indulgence – a throwback to being a carefree teenager.
How much time must we have spent as teenagers sat on our beds? Hours and hours and hours, watching TV, doing homework, chatting to friends sat at the other end. It was nice wasn’t it?
I feel like I want to do more of that. I’m not going to make guests come and sit on my bed or anything, that would be weird, but I want to do more stuff just for me, hanging out on my own.
I stopped being a teenager really when I fell pregnant at 16 and now that the girls are older I want to rediscover and reconnect with that feeling of not having to think about anyone but myself, if only for an hour or two, sat on the bed with a pile of magazines.
So that’s what I’m doing. (Once I’ve written this.)
Are there similar things that you have lost touch with that you would love to do more of?