Feeling Good

Some of you may know that I scored my first goal on Sunday, which incidentally was the only goal of the game and led to us winning our first game! Jo was bringing the ball down the wing, and crossed it beautifully in front of the box. I had positioned myself in that spot as I do quite often, but I don’t often get the chance to do anything. The goalie had moved over to where all the action was, leaving me clear to send the ball into the goal. When I saw the ball coming towards me, I thought “SHIT” but only for a second. With a deep breath, and some concentration, I knocked the ball in, going for accuracy rather than power. Seeing the ball go in was fantastic. I was so surprised and happy, but the main feeling? Relief that I didn’t fuck it up
The funny thing? Two nights before I had had a dream that I scored a goal

It’s amazing how when you’re sick, and feeling down and procrastinating, things can happen that just snap you out of it. For the last month or so I haven’t been feeling that crash hot - I think chronic fatigue is rearing it’s ugly head again (I had to have a red bull this afternoon at work so I wouldn’t continue to slow down until I just passed out). When you’re down and sick you cut yourself off from things, and then it’s even harder to come back - a downward spiral. But after a conversation late last week, and an email, and support from someone close to me, I decided I wasn’t going to let this get the better of me this time. Unfortunately, my casual work that I’m supposed to be doing at uni has suffered, but I’ll get to it. So full of motivation and enthusiasm I went to football on Sunday afternoon, and though my performance overall was pretty average (I did try, but I hadn’t trained or played in a few weeks), it was a great game and everyone definitely deserved the win.

Still on a red bull high, I went to training tonight, even though my right foot is all bruised from lacing my boot too tight on Sunday. I felt so good, I starting singing along to “Stumblin’” by Powderfinger on my iPod on the way home, using my water bottle as a microphone. And to think I could have very well have been sitting at home moping instead.

Listening to: Coldplay - A Message

Parking in Northbridge on a Friday night: a few dollars
Drinks at a good friend’s party at The Deen: $30
Getting asked to go to and live in Melbourne (or Oxford!) next year with that special certain someone: absolutely priceless!

This weekend was great. After what seemed like a long week at work, I went to Choccybear, Missy and Pancho’s joint birthday party at the Deen. I brought my relatively new boyfriend (we met two months ago on Thursday) along, he was pretty excited about getting to meet people - he “biro’d” himself in to come along when I invited him a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, one of the people I wanted him to meet properly couldn’t come, but he got to meet some of the guys, so that was cool. It took him a while to relax, but eventually I even got him almost dancing!

Due to the fact that he lives in woop woop, I stayed over his place on Friday night, and managed to upset his mum, but I think she’s over it now heheh. But the icing on the cake came when, before I went home on Sat, said boyfriend asked me if he ends up going to Melbourne next year (he already has a good job to go to, he just has to make up his mind whether he wants to go or not) would I want to come and try it out with him? Of course I said yes, because things are going so well at the moment. It’s still only a very tentative yes, of course. Especially since he’s planning on applying for a scholarship to Oxford. And small chance though it is, he could end up there next year, not Melbourne. And I think I’d have a hard time moving in to one of the colleges with him!

He’s definitely a very cool guy. He’s smart, funny, comes from a good family (and he’s English - EU here we come! hehe just joking), treats me amazingly good, takes an interest in me and my life, and likes to share stuff about him and his life with me as well. And can’t leave out the tall, buff and handsome bit! I haven’t felt this good about being in a relationship with someone in… well, absolutely ages. It’s fantastic.

I’m very much looking forward to watching him play basketball on Wednesday night, should be great. He is a bit shy about me coming to watch him, but he came to watch me play soccer a couple of weeks ago, and let’s just say, my performance that day could have been better. So I don’t know what he’s worried about, but it’s very cute

Favourite place right now: The beach at Kallaroo