Ah, Sundays. Everyone loves them until about 6 p.m. when the inevitable fear of Monday morning starts to sneak up on you. Not for me, though. I love my Monday to Friday just as much as the weekend—sometimes even more. I guess I’m one of the lucky ones.
Before I get into today’s entry, let me give you an idea of where I’m writing this from. I’m currently sitting in the corner of one of my favourite coffee shops in town, Picnic. I’ve just had a full English breakfast and a cup of tea at The Kingsmead, which was amazing, but coffee is always here. The smell of coffee is drifting through, and my oat milk flat white will be with me soon (I’m not a wanker, I swear—I just love oat milk flat whites), and I also have an almond croissant coming (again, I promise I’m not a wanker). So, I’m nicely full, life feels good, and it’s not even 11 a.m. yet.
An Unexpected Run
My day started well with an unexpected 10-mile cross-country run with my neighbour, Steff. The run was expected; the distance and route were not. We planned to run out to Shockerwick, where my dad is building his and my mum’s new house. It’s about 3 miles away, but we took a 7-mile uphill cross-country route to get there. This was not entirely my choice—a bit of off-road was—but not 5 miles of it. Still, at 7:30 a.m., running through stunning woodland with the sun spilling through made it hauntingly beautiful, and I felt lucky to be up early and out on the road. By the time we got out to my dad’s, drank tea, and took the short way home, we had done 10 miles. Perfect. I felt good, no hangover, and my mind was clear.
Time for a shower, a ride into town, and here I am, all those endorphins flowing through.
Starting This Blog
If you’ve made it this far into my blog entry, well done! And welcome. It feels good to share some thoughts and feelings with you. Believe it or not, I built this blog’s website about three weeks ago. Since then, I’ve procrastinated and… well, you know the rest—but I never got around to writing an entry.
I thought about topics I could blog about and researched them. All I found were articles on ‘how to make money blogging.’ I hated that. Next, I asked ChatGPT to give me a hand, and it suggested 30 engaging topics I could blog about. I wrote two blogs, but something about the subjects felt dishonest and disingenuous. It wasn’t coming from my soul. I’d be writing for clicks, and that’s just not me.
So, I figured—I love writing diaries. Pen to paper, fountain pen to A5. I’ve always been happiest when I’m writing. So why not bring what I write on paper to an online platform? I’ve learned so much about myself from writing diaries, confronting feelings, problems, low periods, and high periods. There are lessons in all the writings I’ve made, so why not bring that online and put myself out there for a readership, should anyone care to read?
Writing for the Love of It
I’m not going to say if my writing reaches one person and changes their life, that will make me happy. Fuck that—it’s click-baity and insincere. But even this morning, sitting here pouring myself out onto my laptop while biting into an overly dusted almond croissant, I’ve loved the cathartic feeling of writing out what comes to my mind. It’s liberating, it’s freeing, but mainly, I just enjoy it as a hobby. Hell, I’ll even add some pictures from time to time.
Wrapping Up the Day
I think that’s enough for today’s entry. I’ve got a good day ahead—dropping off my mum at the airport as she’s going abroad to see my brother. Then on the way home, I’ll meet my dad at the pub for a Sunday roast. I’ll finish the day with a dog walk, a film, some chocolate and sweets, and an early night—ready for the madness of the week to begin.
Today’s Lesson
So, today’s lesson for you, if there is one: if there’s something you want to start or do, just do it. Don’t sit on it. But do it because it’s something you love, not for likes, fame, or money. I was on TikTok this morning and saw someone I know posting about ‘rewiring your brain.’ I’ve heard the soundbite across so many videos—it’s so fucking insincere. This person does not give a shit about you or rewiring your brain. They just want to land a shot that resonates with people, get some followers, maybe go viral, and get that dopamine hit. Fuck them.
Do what you love. Do it now. Don’t hold back. Maybe one person will like it, maybe millions, but if you truly love it, the numbers won’t matter.
Now, like and share this blog before you leave. Just joking.
Have a great day,
Man from Bath
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