So, I met up with Lizzie at the High Voltage Festival. We had a very girlie time, catching up, giggling (a lot), drinking coffee and stirring it with a plastic Biro, traipsing across a field to see different bands and then standing arm in arm to watch Thunder’s set. We even saw the guy who plays Sam in True Blood, not six feet from us. Rock on. It was so good to see her after so long. She looked amazing and seemed happier than when I last saw her after her band’s penultimate gig in Winchester at the end of 2007. Emotional times, emotional memories, but we have to go through these things in order to develop. Things like this also make you look at yourself in a different way and work out where your priorities lie. One of my main priorities is maintaining that closeness to my friends, and some friends in particular.
Scotland was an amazing time for me. I shan’t go into too much detail, as a lot of what happened was personal to me and the bestie and it’s not something I feel I can go into in a public blog post. But it was great to see Alison and Jamie again, I caught up with Colleen for an evening, went to Loch Ness (where I find the ultimate peace), went to Corpach to visit the Treasures of the Earth museum (bestie neglected to tell me, until it was obvious, that there was a gift shop – with CRYSTALS!!! I was like a kid, looking at crystals, drawn to a particular one and then discovering it was related to selenite – my favourite – so I bought it). It was good to see the Ben again, too, as we were only three miles from Fort William. Where it always rains. Except when the bestie goes there. It’s true, she said it never rains when she goes there and, fuck me, it never did. We had blazing sunshine all day. While I was in Scotland, I realised a few things. One in particular. I was in love. I shan’t go into detail here, as it’s not public business, but for now let’s just say things are going well and leave it at that, shall we? Yes. OK.
Anyway, on the 13th of August, FWC had an inter-club competition, where I had been persuaded to enter the hard and soft style patterns categories (thanks, Kristina, you are a nag!). I went up, did my thing, came back. Not as nervous as I thought I’d be, but I was glad when it was done. In the afternoon, there was the sparring tournament, which I hadn’t entered because I hadn’t sparred in months. It just wasn’t worth it and I would have looked like an idiot and possibly got a black eye. Despite that, Sharmin won the gold in the lightweight category (yay!), Kristina won silver (double yay!), Sheila won gold in the medium weight category (triple yay!), and Kristina also won gold in the hard and soft style patterns (quadruple yay!). So it was a fabulous day, all in all, not least because I got some good news that morning and was walking on clouds for the rest of the day. (Laz – that was thanks to you xxx).
So, now, life has turned around, somewhat. Things change, people change, situations change. I like change. Just as well, really. I’m a stronger person than I was before, though I was already pretty OK, there. I’m more confident, certainly. And this afternoon, I rang my good friend Dee to tell her what’s been happening, and it’s always a delight to talk to her and catch up. Hello, Dee. (And hello John, Betty, Ria et al.) Good friends, as I’ve recently been reminded strongly, are invaluable and perfectly indispensable. Do not take them for granted. Ever. You never know when you might need them.