Shit's hit the fan. Not a major poo explosion. But the past seven-eight days have been quite craptacular.
I've realised that when you're somewhat successful, it can be a long way to fall. Thud.
I've had some pretty yucky days professionally, soreness and some more heartbreak. Craptacular.
The heartbreak hasn't sunk in. I feel numb, angry, hurt, still loving and forgiving, and that I should have known better. It's all so final. Maybe. It's all so up in the air, indecisive. It's just like Jebediah's Harpoon: 'There is no use pretending that there's hope for you and me'. I've been
I guess all I can do is smile, keep going knowing that things will get better. And that I got lots of good people going into bat for me. Thank you.
And this no shopping caper in the midst of life and other crises is proving difficult. I still haven't bought clothes, shoes, music, accessories or fun stuff. I've been sticking to the remix challenge, except for Wednesday when I was sick and spent most of my day on the couch in my pyjamas.When I went to the doctor, I wore grey and black. As neutral as Switzerland.
Here's what I wore yesterday. Remixing it, 30 for 30 style.
Zumbo macaron documentary on SBS. There is a great blog about the patisserie too. It was amazing! There were 63 different macaron flavours made. Bubblegum macaron. Salt and vinegar macaron. Hamburger macaron. Chocolate jumbo macaron. Pig's blood macaron. Errrr....
Zumbo is like Willy Wonka. And Wonka is one of my heroes. I need to visit Zumbo when I am in Sydney in March!
To compensate for no shopping, I had a carb and fat laden dessert (after a vegie and steak meal).