Happiness

This is just a brief post to tell you about something that made me exceptionally happy; two weeks ago I went back to the nursery to visit my former work mates and have a nice catchup on each others lives, and it was lovely! Nathan actually ran into the room, arms open, shouting 'YAY' and nearly strangled me with a hug (yes, I'm talking about a grown boy here, not one of the children) - which I have to admit; made me smile lots.  

After a good old catch up - and promises of nights out - I went into the nursery to say hello to some of the children who I used to work with and couldn't believe the amount of cuddles I got off the those that remembered me. One little girl flung her arms round my neck with the biggest smile on her face, a little boy wouldn't leave me alone and instead chose to lie on me (and then stand infront of me so others couldn't have me: awwwh!). Another little girl was pretending to be shy; standing next to me until I turned around and offered her a cuddle and then running away... after a while she decided she wanted to play and I was in the kitchen being served dinner; 'Juice and water for you!' 

I stayed a played some games with them for a while before I had to force myself to say goodbye, give them all another great big cuddle, and leave. Before I left I got to see one little boy that I hold very dear to my heart and received two lovely cuddles. I was absolutely overjoyed that he remembered me! I felt my heart swell in my chest, and I may have cried a little after I left. I can say without a shadow of a doubt that working at the nursery was the best job I've ever had; I adored working with the children and I made some great friends.

It is things and moments like these that make me realise that I've let my goals and dreams slip out of my main line of focus. I keep telling myself that I don't know what I want to do with my life, because I am confused; just say I take the wrong path and end up hating whatever I do a few years down the line and have to start all over again from scratch? Or just say that I try and I never succeed? But then a voice inside me says that none of that matters as long as you're doing something along one of the paths and it makes you happy. 

Time to get things in some kind of order.

Movember

As we greet December; our heads buried in scarves, our eyes barely visable under our hats, with a brisk nod we also bid farewell (I picture this as an equally quick wave) to November.

November has always been a take it or leave it kind of month for me (and I'm sure many others feel the same), nothing much happens in November to make it all that exciting! The leaves have already fallen off the trees, and there is no snow to make being numb from head to toe worth any outdoor adventures - I say 'adventures', what I actually mean is: work. Honestly? November is a rather bleak month. When I was a child I remember how excited I used to get for Guy Fawkes Day - more commonly known as - Bonfire Night; fireworks are lovely, but good god they get annoying; especially when the scummiest children throw them at you on your walk home from university one day, but I digress... Sparklers are, and will always be, the best things ever! However, there are a shocking amount of people who don't seem to remember that Bonfire Night (and Halloween!!) even exists anymore, so all-in-all November slowly became another tedious month of inevitable boredom.

UNTIL! MOvember was born! An all round hilarious way of raising vital funds for men's health, more specifically; prostate and testicular cancer. The main objective of Movember is to get ,more people discussing the issues of men's health, that normally go ignored; by growing, or shaving in, a moustache specifically for the month.

I love it. Absolutely love it. As a huge fan of moustaches I derive great joy in seeing the vast majority of my friends, and random men in the city - basically anyone -  sporting those fanTASHtic (I'm sorry, I had to) clumps of hair along their upper lip (in fact; not too long ago I was playing Moustache Snap in a pub with my pals, tears streaming down my face I was laughing that much). I've had many conversation with sheepish guys with patchy moustaches at the till point at work by merely asking; 'Movember?' Que enormous amounts of relief and laughter. 

Admittedly I've yet to meet another girl who enjoys Movember - and just moustaches in general - as much as I do, most cringe at the sight of their partners as they slowly start looking creepier as the month progresses (another part of Movember that I never tire of). For me it just means that I can talk about moustaches (of all shapes and sizes) and it be deemed a little less weird because it's all for a good cause. 

Nothing makes me sadder than when December the first rolls around and everyone taking part instantly shaves! So, goodbye for another year Movember! You will be dearly missed.

(Possibly my favourite moustache related photo ever.)