It’s amazing what a bit of sunshine can do.
The first few rays warming the back of your legs through jeans, sunglasses on a little longer, the hope that the clothes horse can be finally put away, the smell of jasmine hanging in the air.
Things feel different. People get a little smilier. A little chattier. A little less shitty. A little more ...... nice!
Except for Crazy, she’s still Scottish, Spring is hot enough for her. But, not for me, I run on solar power and I will happily takes months of nodding sympathetically to an 11 year old lamenting about how hot it is if it means I can get some sun on my skin.
With sunshine comes hope. Shake off the dark, cold days.
Maybe I’m still bullshitting myself, hope shmope. Hope for what? For something. For nothing. Who cares. It just feels good. Time to clean out the dross. Tidy up. Do some crafting. Open windows. Paint stuff (mainly myself). Make stuff. Do stuff. Write stuff.
Write new stuff. Cool Stuff. Creative Stuff. Shake stuff.
I have this fabulous friend called Zoey, she’s hugely talented and I have a bit of a crush on her and am in awe of all the cool shit she does. Including The Shake, only now she’s asked me to do The Shake with her.
Me. Write for The Shake. #AllTheFreakinAwesome
New seasons. New challenges. New paths. New hope. New adventures.