the plot thickens for seemingly no reason

I am half way through celebrating 'recovery week'. Recovery week is the first week of the rest of my life and it is a healing week where I celebrate who I am, reminisce on fond memories and admire the beauty that is life, realising the symbolism in this special time of year. Next week is 'detox week', where I intend to cleanse my body from toxins and think about diet and exercise, but this week I've treated myself to help heal my soul.

I went out drinking and dancing last night at the Church Tavern, a working class bohemian style funny farm type of place on Erdington highstreet. Other highlights of the highstreet are the church and the market. It's a shit hole but I like it. I ended up being the most popular person there, causing a stir and even scoring some zuul. At home, we drank red wine and smoked. This morning I woke up feeling focused, and not at all hung over. I took advantage of this opporutnity by smoking a joint and going on an autumny walk, admiring the colours of all the trees and going back to where I grew up. I also had McDonalds.

The whole time I was thinking so much about how great everything is now and how lucky I am to be able to finally do what I want. I thought that the positive lessons I have learnt after breaking up are stand tall with good posture, don't talk too much, and always be as nice as you know how to be.

I'd write more but I am falling asleep. The one thing that is important is all the sleep I need to catch up on. So I leave with a photo from my journey this morning: