It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Ever since that last post where I said I hadn’t written anything because I haven’t been doing anything, absolutely sod all has changed and I have continued to do nothing.
I still go to work and I’ve still been running, but writing about work is only slightly less mind-numbing than actually being there and I’ve really come to rue my insistence that this isn’t a running blog, because it’s about the only interesting thing going on at the moment.
As a slight update to that, I’ve started training to do a half marathon and am currently a month into a three-month programme. I hit my first 10k in over four years the other day and feel like I’m really kicking on following all of the Dry Dry January efforts.
But, this isn’t about running (for once), nor is it really about any of the other things I suggested I would use this for when it first started…
Instead, I come here to ruin your Sunday evening by asking for advice.
(At this stage, please take a closer look at the photo below).
Around this time last year, I fully redecorated my room having not done so for more than a decade (I say I did it… someone with tools and skills came and did it for me). It had had little updates here and there, but ultimately it was still the same bedroom I’d had since I was nine or ten with blue and red walls (despite my love for red, even I knew four red walls was too much), a football-shaped lampshade and absolutely every trinket, photo, award etc I’d ever had somehow on display around the room.
I absolutely love the room the way it is now. There’s things I wish I could do differently (like have a bigger desk, for example) but given the space I have, it’s grand. However, a year on, I can’t help but feel there must be something I can do just to give it a little update. The problem is, I’m not creative enough to think of that idea myself.
I’m not talking drastic changes – anything that would require Nick Knowles to come and do it is too much. Something even I could do over a maximum of a weekend is the level I’m talking.
There’s a wide array of football shirts on a hidden rail to the side of my wardrobe – perhaps there’s a way I could bring them out. But then I am also working on a football pin-badge collection (because lockdown), and I think if both that and a load of shirts are on display, it becomes too much of a childish room again rather than one of a so-called 22-year-old who is trying his best to be a bit more grown up.
Any ideas are welcome. Comment them on here, send them to me on Instagram, write it down on a piece of paper, wrap it around a rock and then throw it through my window – do whatever’s easiest for you.
I think I said in my last post that while life is pretty dull, I wasn’t going to be making any apologies for not writing on here (largely because I’m sure nobody is that bothered), but I do have some things roughly planned for when the world opens up again. It should then become less deserted on here.
Until then, though, stay safe and stay well.
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