I've been waking up early lately. It's quite strange. One of the positive points of having my break was that I would no longer have to be up at the crack of dawn everyday. Now that this obligation has been lifted, I've turned into an early riser. The mind boggles.
I haven't been this productive before noon since I was in primary school. This has resulted in some amusing events of late. For example, I've taken back up running. I look like I'm having an epileptic fit when I'm doing it, but it is a truth universally acknowledged that nobody looks attractive when running, so I've made my peace with that.
So there I am, full of the joys of Spring, clad in my newly bought running paraphernalia, raring to go. The puppy, not so much.
Yes, he is impossibly adorable. He's a miniature cross between a King Charles and a Jack Russell. Or at least, he's meant to be a miniature. He has grown exponentially since we adopted him (see, this Jewish thing of over-feeding even extends to the dog). Thinking of his heart rather than his happiness, I put on his jumper (yeah, a jumper, as if he wasn't cute enough) and haul him out into the beautiful morning.
I start off walking briskly. The dog is having none of it. He literally parks his arse down while I persevere onward. I didn't need to imagine how this looked as I was greeted with our reflection in a shop window; Me, clad in Lycra, massive sunglasses and big headphones looking like a massive twat, dragging this grumpy, small(ish) dog behind me in a pastel blue jumper (not my choosing) who was working the puppy dog eyes to the height. I could hear the thoughts of passerby's "Ah would ye look, he's only a tiny thing and she's trying to run with him!"
I glared at the dog; I know the amount of food he puts away on a daily basis. It's only a matter of time before I have to clean between the crevices of his skin due to weight gain. "I'm doing this for your own good" I tell him, mildly disturbed that I sound like my Mum.
Eventually, he becomes an active participant in this adventure, in so much as he obliges me when we're walking. When I break into a run, it becomes a battle of me dragging the dog behind me while also trying to fight against gale force winds. It takes a whole day before he forgives me.
Along with appearing like a heartless git, I've been doing other things with my free time. After picking up some fresh blueberries, I made blueberry and lavender ice cream for my family and the boyfriend's family (who I'm meeting for the first time on Sunday) and also a bluberry clafoutis.
I'm slightly giddy each day at the option of choices stretching out before me. I can spend hours working on my novel, I can bake, I can read books until my hearts content, I can spend time with the people I love.
Today, I am seeing my other half, Kell Bells. I have a surprise for her and a fun experience for us both planned. It involves hair chalk and cake. My spirit is lighter than it has been since I was a child. I used to be afraid of the unknown, of not having my life mapped out. Now it excites me. I feel as if I am living and am discovering myself along the way. I am free.