Day 135 - Lucky Doesn't Cover It

Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. Thank you. I think my lucky streak may be back. I think I've just been blessed.


I just went to Burger King in Islington (on the way home from yoga - how self-destructive, how pointless). I nearly didn't. I nearly kept going. But then I did. I ate the thing that was on offer. Then I cycled home. As I turned into my street (it's about 20 mins, maybe 25), I noticed that my shoulders felt nice and light. They were. I'd left my backpack (with a grand's worth of laptop in it) in Islington. On its own. That'll teach me to eat junk food. Twat!


At that point, I didn't know whether I'd left it in Burger King or possibly just put it down to sort out my bike (put the lights on etc) and ridden off without it. As I cycled back, I reminded myself to go fast, but safely, and I said thank you in my head. I reminded myself that I'm a very lucky person, as it goes. I already gave thanks for the extra exercise (if there's one thing that's really good for my head, it's that. 


I made it back. I took my bike in. I went to the table I'd sat at... and there it was, leaning peacefully against the wall. Nobody had touched it. Laptop still there, everything untouched. I said thank you all the way home. I'm still saying it now. I am SO grateful. This blog is brought to you by Masses of Luck. Thank you.


Thank you to Anna Levy for giving me a beautiful and ridiculously tasty cupcake. Very sweet in every way; Sarah Lonton for being a lovely friend; Rob, for a great meeting; Ruth, for her loving text. Alex, for masks and a quick chat, and for lending me his coat while we had our chat, so I wouldn't freeze. And thank you to my bike, for sorting me out and carrying me around, even though I know I sometimes tire it out.


Thank you to lovely yoga couple for a chat outside the building, and for giving me their card. Oh, I'm in a pickle. I went again today and it was really good, but I felt very sad and conflicted. I didn't manage to talk to my teacher about this. I felt strange about it. I don't want to launch into a stream of criticism. I just want it all not to be true, but I know it doesn't really work like that, does it. Oh bum. Oh BUM. And on that note... sleep. I have to. My eyes are going.