Last night, just before I tucked myself up into bed, I found myself looking through some old photographs that I have on the computer – you know, those millions of pics taken on holidays that are normally crammed into the far corners of your hard drive, never to be seen again. I don’t really know why I went looking in there, but I’m so glad that I did! I can’t recall the last time I did that!
Mostly, the photos were of my time in London – hiking in the countryside, or on short trips to different parts of Europe, but there were also a few local photos that had been taken with my ex. Now, normally I don’t like to dwell on the ex; the guy that I spent most of my time in the UK with – what’s in the past is in the past, but I found myself looking at photos of the two of us. It’s funny where the mind will take you sometimes – this time last year I would have looked at those photos and been reminded that he is no longer in my life and I would have ultimately felt sad about that. Last night, however, I was looking at the photos and remembering some of the really fun things that we did together, like climbing the O2, going to concerts or simply spending weekends in the park.
Don’t get me wrong, I have no interest in rekindling any old flame – that ship has long sailed – but it was nice to be able to look at old photos and remember the fun times, rather than just the sad memories. Sometimes when I think about my time in London, I’m reminded that it was sometimes a hard slog – crazy long working hours, dating a guy that I couldn’t ever fully trust, commuting for hours to work with a million other people pushing and shoving, plus don’t get me started on the weather!
Those things are a distant memory these days – what I remember (and cherish) are the fun times that I had there, the people I met and the friends I was lucky enough to make. I have some great memories of running in Hyde Park on a Saturday morning, then catching up with a friend for coffee at Whole Foods, going to visit one of my best friends at the time in Richmond for the best Italian hot chocolate and crepes on the planet, entering running events around the country with another great friend. When I really think about it, I was incredibly lucky to have had the experiences that I had. It definitely helped shape the person that I have become today and will no doubt hold a very special place in my heart for many years to come. I’ll never forget the people that touched my heart in those 6 years – we’ll be friends for life, regardless of whether we saw each other a lot when I lived there, or we only met up a couple of times.
London ultimately taught me that I don’t need to rely on anyone else for my happiness, equally that its not my responsibility to make someone else happy either. I firmly believe that happiness is a choice we make every single day. We can decide on each and every morning what our reality is going to be the moment we plant our feet on the ground.
For me, I choose to smile in the morning – I choose to remember the good times and know that the smiles on my face in all of those photos were absolutely genuine.
There were photos of me in there when I was at my peak of health and fitness – most likely from around 2012/2013 – my skin is absolutely glowing, the under eye circles are nowhere to be seen and all of those chins that used to plague me are long gone. I could have easily looked at those photos and lamented the fact that I haven’t been to the gym in a couple of weeks and my eating hasn’t been so great either, but instead it really gave me strong motivation to want to get back there again. So, for tonight, my gym bag is packed, my food for tomorrow is sorted and I’m ready to put my feet on the floor tomorrow morning and declare it a perfect day.
Here’s to many more perfect days to come.
With tonnes of love,
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