I always seem to forget the things I know are true about myself. Like how much I need the sun to come out and greet me for at least a couple of minutes every day, or how awful I feel about the world when I’m about to get my period. These two things are true for most women and yet when my friends and I shout into the void through voice notes because we feel like slugs, it shows that we keep forgetting the sun and our wombs might have something to do with it. This week has been glorious and I’ve not stopped telling them how much better I’m feeling, how now I do believe things will go well because it just dawned on me that I probably wasn’t born to simply suffer. Yesterday, while leaving the gym, I swear I felt the universe conspiring in my favour and all those Instagram quotes didn’t sound like bullshit anymore. I live, I love and I laugh! How wonderful!
I also forget where I come from quite often. Not geographically – I manage to mention Argentina in almost all my conversations, happy t…