Down to Margate

It was a miserable day in Margate when I was there last week. Instead of taking photos outdoors (which would have looked terrible), I took a few inside the arcades instead. I do love a bit of tack, as we know.

Excessive napping.

I think I reach this point every year. My motivation levels drop and all I want to do is sleep and be lazy. There are so many things that frustrate me and that I want to change, but the energy to keep on trying is difficult to find. I know it will pass; I just need to hang on and take everything with a pinch of salt. I’m a wholehearted advocate of not taking yourself too seriously, even at the worst of times.

My wardrobe has expanded vastly over the past two weeks. It’s pretty awful that I turn to shopping when I need some fulfillment in my life. I guess it’s been a crutch ever since I started earning my own money at 18… I may hate my job/studies/general life situation, but damn, my outfit looks good. It’s a habit I’d like to shake this year. While I love clothes and dressing up, going out and buying it isn’t the solution to life questions of impending doom. A creative outlet is what I’m really lacking, so I’d like to get back into making things and customising existing things.

I’m halfway through Hard Work: Life in Low-pay Britain by Polly Toynbee, which isn’t helping. Well, it is helping but it isn’t reducing my shopping guilt. I’m not sure how I feel about this book yet (ethically speaking), but it has put a spanner in the works of my spending habits. It’s like I’ve taken giant leaps away from where I was raised and the people alongside whom I grew up. My money is not to be thrown away; the work I do is difficult and of value and I need to show myself some respect.