I’m sitting in David’s car right now, just waiting. He’s teaching the the final of three 90 minutes dance lessons he’s had tonight. When he’s done we can go home, eat whatever we can scrounge from the cupboards, and collapse into bed.

I haven’t blogged in a while, and so many things have happened. I’m in my third week of my new job at the Express & Star newspaper – that’s the biggest thing.

I also just turned 26-years-old. And probably gained near 26 pounds over just that one birthday weekend thanks to being treated to delicious meals at Rodizio Rico, Akbar’s, AND Miller & Carter.

I’ve been busy, as well, for what feels like the first time in a very long time. If I’m not at the Express & Star, I’m at Black Country Radio, or a dance lesson, or typing out a few details on village fetes and car boot sales for a monthly events column I do.

Or I’m at home, watching Friends on Netflix constantly. Which is very tiring.

But I love it. And I’m so happy. It’s hard to explain but I feel less stressed now that I have a fast-paced, typically stressful job chasing deadlines… 🤷🏼‍♀️

It’s like my brain can finally relax at night, and stay calm, now that it feels challenged during the day.

Even though I made some wonderful friends at my old place as a PA, that role just wasn’t for me. I didn’t have the drive. And I knew that.

Now I don’t snap as much, or get grumpy as much (well, in my opinion anyway – David would probably scoff loudly and wholeheartedly disagree). I’m in a good mood when I come home, as I finally feel like I’m back where I belong – working in local news.

That sounds cheesy, but I’m leaving it there. It’s just true.