The last two weeks have been a bit of a scary one for me. I'm very good at talking myself out of things before I even try them and massively enjoy my routine which I know and love. In the last two weeks I've had to do five things I (tbh) would rather not have done.
But I've done them. And am I better for it? Probably.
Now, it's time for me to go and give blood. That's number six.
No, I don't know what the point of this post was either.