Grief - Day 36

Me running on the beach with my Bongo in Brighton

What's going on?

To be honest, I'm not sure.

I've been hit by a wave of grief for 'how it was'. You know, for the world we knew.

I went to the local supermarket yesterday. I didn't really need anything, but I'd been in all day working alone and it was something to do to get out of the house. As i wandered the aisles at 6.30pm, the shop was deserted. There were about three other people and definitely more staff than shoppers.

As i put more chocolate and sweet stuff than I needed into my basket, my heart ached.

Here's a baby platypus just to cheer us all up!

I loved my old world. Of course, I was extra blessed. I enjoyed the freedom of earning enough money to eat, do, have nearly everything I wanted. I could see my friends, do fresh air sports classes with really great trainers, have coffee after on the beach in Brighton before biking home.

I had a whole bunch of wonderful friends I could hug freely. I used to swing dance at the weekends, dancing close and sweaty to fabulous tunes. I had the company of my beautiful dog Bongo, a large house shared with a little community, my own magic workshop and theatre, frequent travels and gigs. I worked in theatres on the most luxurious cruise ships in the world. I was crazy lucky. Crazy blessed.

Of course, I'm still blessed, far beyond most and I'm conscious of that. I now live in the cutest little cottage in Cumbria, Although I don't have any paid work, I still have savings and virtual access to a world of friends. I have more to do with my time, more new things to learn, more things to create. I have beautiful views and endless local hills to climb. Best of all, Walkabout (husband) is here with me.

But still.

Today, I miss the old world. I'm sure you do too.

Now, every day is just me, working on my own in my cottage. I take a daily walk. Again, just me. Walkabout comes home each night about 8pm and goes to work in the morning.

I am currently working on creating an E-course with the working title:

'4 Weeks from Miserable to Magical!'

I know this material, I practice it daily.

And sometimes, it's wise to take a moment and grieve for what you have lost before you return to appreciate what you have.

If you are missing your old life, I'm sending you love.

Love love love

Romany

So my friends, here is my challenge.

I will share Spun Into Gold - The Secret Life of a Female Magician with over a Magical Million readers.

It's available worldwide in paperback and on audiobook, narrated by yours truly and has received 97% 5 star reviews and lots of personal letters saying how much people have enjoyed it.