Hanging by a thread

There’s many things that I love about the UK. But why does it have to be so overwhelmingly Grey?

And it’s not just the weather, although our two seasons of warm rain and cold rain leave a lot to be desired. It’s the towns and Cities as well. It’s like someone has purposefully gone around and painted every street and building with a grey wash, so that even homes and shops that were once brightly coloured are viewed through a grey lens. The environment itself seems to suck the colour and life out of everything.

On days like today I feel like that same person has come and sucked all the vitality and hope out of me. I often find it easier to close all the curtains and exist in my own little bubble than to look out of the windows at such a depressing view.

I’m struggling to make sense of the world today. Not just colour and vibe but reason. This world seems like an ill-fitting jumper to me. Too loud when I need quiet, to bright when I need shade, too much when I can’t cope. And so many others seem to feel the same way and yet we just shrug our shoulders and attempt to squeeze ourselves into a life that doesn’t fit our needs.

I wish I knew how to adjust my life to fit me instead.