Carbs are my favourite; did you know? This isn't only going to be pictures of food, and it's over the course of a month so give me a break (it's still not good 🤫 I know).
What I'm saying is it's another photo dump post.
I bought some new trainers but, for the first time in my life, I'm going to wait until drier weather to wear them. Like a grown-up.
I feel like I completely missed blossom season this year. I wish I'd caught this magnolia in full swing.
The cat was fluffy.
Mac & Cheese "fries" at Caccia and Tails, with their Marmite mayonnaise which shouldn't work but does.
We ate at Caccia and Tails in Lewes. Been there a couple of times now and I love it. Weird concept for a place but I am very into their food.
A lovely Aston that I hadn't heard of before. The driver obviously got a kick out of my interest in it, as he booted it away from the traffic lights and gave me a bit of motion blur.
One of the many workshop dogs at Fenture in Lewes. I like fluffies.
A burger that I assembled. I love burgers.
I got a new watch. It's very nice, but Apple's estimate of my quality of sleep is significantly more optimistic than my own.
I went to Takedown Festival at Portsmouth Guildhall. Lots of good bands played but the sound was pretty dreadful for the most part. Palm Reader are always so good though.
My mum's dog Stephy is so funny. I miss my dog.
Tabitha loves the cat. The cat is largely projecting an air of nonplussedness.
This kid is not fearless, but she will always have a bash at overcoming fear, and I hope she carries that with her her whole life.
We had curry. When I was younger I used to joke that food would kill me. As I get older, it gets less funny.
We got Switch Sports. It's pretty good (although, amusingly, I don't like the badminton). It made Tabitha say my favourite thing recently: "I practiced all day and I still couldn't beat you!". We can't have many years of that left so I'm making the most of it.
Friday thinks she's people.
Tabitha and I went for a walk whilst Charlotte visited Circular Space. There seems to be a reasonable amount of good walking in Shoreham.
A cool sign by the footbridge in Shoreham. The other side was also cool but I couldn't get the angle I wanted.
I got an annoying idea in my head the other day, and I've been having a hard time shaking it. I've been trying to make new habits and do new(ish) things and not really improving, and having this feeling that I suck at everything I try. I realise that on a global scale, most people suck at most things they do, but I try to set my goals realistically and still end up feeling inadequate by my own meagre standards.
I know it's not realistic to improve at the guitar if you can't find time to practice. I know I won't be able to draw unless I actually, y'know, pick up a pen and do some drawing. I do know this, and that's why I suppose I'm complaining about a feeling rather than my own lack of ability to improve.
The things I do do regularly, I improve at. I've been steadily improving at badminton since we stopped caring about COVID as a species. I've been happy with my photos and writing. I've been happy with the quality of my work. I feel like I'm doing better as a husband and dad at the moment (though the latter gets trickier the more effort you put in. Video games have not prepared me for that difficulty curve!).
I can just never let myself be happy with what I am getting right. Unless all my plates are spinning full speed and with perfect balance, I can't congratulate myself for the ones that are. I have to focus on the ones that I keep letting fall, and then beat myself up for it. Thanks for that, brain. I appreciate that you're always trying to push me forward, I guess. Would be nice to feel happy and satisfied occasionally, though (I imagine).