Spontaneous Sundays, Solo Parties & Loss of Hats

Just realised I've likely lost one of my favourite hats. Very pooey. I was really enjoying wearing it almost daily in these glory days of early summer.

Losing favourite things always upsets and annoys me, but so quickly I managed to get myself out of this dwelling state of regret and irritation. I thought, this is the third loved hat I've lost in the last 2 years and I've had plenty of good days since then, when i'm not focussed on such losses or mourning old hats. Life goes on, hats mysteriously get lost, relationships end, lives change direction, go with the flow and don't look back.

This is the second consecutive fantastic spontaneous yet action-packed Sunday I've had. I've had plans and roughly stuck to them, then accepted ad hoc social invitations. I love impromptu catchups! I just had fish and chips on the beach with some dear friends, then weirdly ran into my Ex-Partner, we collectively had trouble recognising him. Once again I drove home happy, singing Old Man loudly with the window down. Am I the happiest I've ever been?! It makes no sense!

Despite my love of socialising I failed to turn up at parties both Friday and Saturday nights. I had a solo domestic party. They say the true definitions of extrovert and introvert are about whether one restores their energy and sense of well-being through being around people, or on one's own. I'm the latter, an introvert with some extroversive abilities. Social contact is also very good for me. These days I'm constantly meeting up with a variety of friends and I love it. After collapsing into bed Thursday and Friday afternoons, I heeded the warning from my body and kept the weekend tame. Am I better at listening to myself these days? Is that what this contentment is about? I went sailing again yesterday, goodness gracious I love it. Am I just in a pattern now of peppering my life with things that make me happy, that I fail to ever fall too low?

TOUCH WOOD! TOUCH A BLOODY PLANTATION FOREST!

So, I must get back to my preparations for the week ahead. I haven't done as much as I could've, should've, planned or wanted to this weekend, but I still like myself and have had a great weekend anyway. There was even the opportunity to see SMF on Friday night and I don't regret that it didn't happen. I have to set him free and see if he flies back to me. It's the first time in my life that I've experienced this kind of loaded friendship or latent romantic relationship. Why am I dealing with it so well, when I could easily perceive it as a euphemistic rejection? Emotional maturity probably, said my wise friend.

I think above all, the linchpin of my current state of contentment and happiness is that I am nice to myself these days. I stay away from the negativity and self-criticism section of the library. Those books are mouldy.