24 Jul Kale Tortilla and Sweetcorn Soup
I made plans to go to Eastbourne and hang out with my dad this weekend. Then I changed my mind. About five times actually, back and forth (luckily, my dad is extremely chilled out). I’ve been doing that a lot recently and I’ll tell you what, it feels good. Just over a year ago, when I was in the middle of a life crisis, completely lost, without any idea what I wanted, and really rather stressed out about it, a friend of mine, Anton, said to me “remember, you can always change your mind”. This has stayed with me as one of the best pieces of advice that I’ve ever been given. It seems so obvious, yet I don’t think a lot of people feel like they can change their minds. I certainly didn’t in my old life, I was always busy doing stuff that I’d said “yes” to weeks before, whether I felt like it or not, carrying on down old paths, chosen for no apparent reason, always an undercurrent of discomfort and anxiety, that comes from suppressing your natural instincts. And does anyone really care if you go for a drink with them now, or a week later? (or never in some cases) Or if you cancel that party? I don’t think so. Not really. And if they do, then it’s still a small price to pay for your freedom to do what you want, when you want. So I stayed in Hackney and cleaned my flat as much as I could with my injured back (stupid yoga position, too early in the day), found a new favourite passtime (swimming in the lido), had a few beers, and cooked quite a lot