I’m an outdoor sort of person. I love to run. I love to walk. I love to stand watching my kids play sport. I’m not a fan of driving. I’d much rather be outside getting lungfuls of fresh air. I don’t care about the weather – hot or cold, wet or dry – I have to spend some time outside every day or I go a little bit stir crazy.
But at the weekend I didn’t go outside. I went from home to train to Britmums Live to taxi to restaurant to taxi to hotel to Britmums Live to tube to car to home to theatre to home again.
Three whole days without green. Three whole days without fresh air.
And the whole time I was away I felt a bit strange. Maybe I was missing my kids, maybe it was the strange food eaten at strange times or maybe I was just plain old tired.
But maybe I was missing the great outdoors. Maybe I was missing fresh air and green grass and green trees and blue skies (or grey skies). Maybe I was missing cool air and showers.
So this weekend, for me there was no green. Only this.
It was my daughter’s costume for one of her dances. All of the class had green Tshirts, but hers was a different shade of green because she danced the lead. That’s my girl!
And this week and this weekend I am back outside enjoying the great outdoors. I don’t intend to get stuck inside again for a long time. Not until Britmums Live and my dance show happen on the exact same weekend again next year, at any rate!
This post was written in response to a prompt at Sticky Fingers. Pop over to find out how others have interpreted the theme ‘green’.