"And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done." Dr Seuss
So, my last blog was a tiny bit cranky. It was not my usual ray of peppy sunshine but I am back with a (probably) happier post.
Actually, as I'm writing this, I'm sitting in Frankfurt Airport. I'm only doing it because I'm bored and have already flooded my other social media thingys. Despite the fact this airport looks like a fancy industrial warehouse that you expect rich car sales people to be working out of, and that it may be the longest airport ever, it's not the worst place to be sitting on a Tuesday morning.
I was stressed. Out of my mind, anxiety playing in my chest, not sleeping, overeating, run away stressed.
So I did. I have run away.
Left all those nasty feelings at home. I'm on an adventure. The excitement is palpable. It is nibbling at my heart and pulling up the sides of my mouth. It's in my newly dyed pink hair and heavy stampy boots. I am, for ten days, free, free, free. My best friend is sitting beside me playing a robot unicorn game on her phone. She's got sparkly runners on and a red skater cap. My other friend is asleep opposite us. It is chill and relaxed and not Blanchardstown.
When I come home I'll figure out the next step, but before that, I have so many bands, so much music, so much air to breathe. I was suffocating at home. I was drowning.
All I need is a chance to clear my head. And there's no better place than surrounded by all your favourite bands.
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