I’ve been really in two minds whether I write and publish a catch-up post this week. I started them to focus on the small little triumphs and joys in the every day, so that I would focus on happiness and the little things in life more. After all, we can’t all live a life of constant holidays or eating out or shopping or other enjoyable activities. Daily life can be a bit humdrum but writing a little weekly ‘diary’ if you will has let me really focus on being positive over the past couple of years.
Sometimes though, sometimes life throws you a real proper curveball. Something happens where you just want to retreat inside, throw things, break things and scream at the unfairness of the world. I found out on Wednesday that one of my friends had passed away. In fact I hadn’t known Carina very long, but in the same way I don’t consider family to be more important than non-family, I don’t believe you need to know someone very long before you genuinely start really caring about them and seeing them as more than an acquaintance.
I’d been seeing Carina for the past 6 months or so, not even that I suppose. She was my ‘beautician’ for want of a better word although she only ever gave me a manicure and eyebrow wax once every 2-3 weeks. But as is often the case with people who work in those professions, she was lively and bubbly, a natural people person which is pretty much the same as me. We talked about everything, about what it’s like to run a small business, our lives and dreams for the future. She was someone I loved to see and always felt happy after our time together.
Her very sudden death which was completely out of the blue has left me floored. I don’t know how it is that someone who is only a little older than me, a wife and mother, is no longer with us. That I won’t see her anymore. You could say it shouldn’t mean anything to me since I haven’t known her very long but it feels like a gaping hole in my heart and whilst I’ve been carrying on since, the sadness hits me all over again at the most unexpected times.
The last thing I wanted was for this to be a melancholy post but it helps to write. It’s been another incredibly busy week at work and if you follow me on Instagram you’ll know that there have been epic train issues this week too so my normal hour of travel each day has turned into 5 hours. Hopefully that’s only temporary but it’s left me exhausted and not wanting to blog in the evenings, or do anything apart from vegetate in front of the TV.
Somehow there have been glimmers of hope – a fun blogging morning with Kenwood at Divertimenti in Knightsbridge on Thursday. Something I didn’t want to go to but then knew that Carina would have been furious with me for wasting an opportunity. Getting our gladrags on with my work colleagues and heading en masse to the annual White Hat Ball on Friday night. This is an event which raises money for the NSPCC and is nothing short of inspirational, as well as a great opportunity to glam up and drink lots of champagne. It was needed.
So after a week I’d rather forget, especially in light of the dictator in charge across the pond, we must galvanise. We must be strong and positive and live every day. We must fight for what we believe in, fight for people who cannot fight for themselves. Grab the moment and make it yours.
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