Today was a good day. I had fun. I was surrounded by certain 'lost friends', but I did not let their presence depress me, kill my self-esteem or exclude me from the conversation.
Today, I was not a wall-flower.
And that felt good.
I can do this.
I can talk. I can be interesting. I can hold my head up high. I can indeed not wallow in the quagmire of self-pity.
Even though a crow shat on me.
I just went to the bathroom, scrubbed the area with soap, gel and Dettol and came out smelling like a freshly-washed nappy. I smiled, made a joke about it, laughed and carried on having a good time.
I can do it. I can laugh at myself again.
I think I can find my voice again.
And now, to keep this positivity with me through the rest of the year.
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