Drinks are held up to toast others from different cultures.
Acceptance and toleration toward others will bloom within the hearts of many.
Maybe Eurovision is the most wonderful time of year.
It may make those in Britain maybe re-question the whole Brexit decision. I'm well aware Brexit has no bearing on Eurovision. But the latter may induce a string of memory; of what Britain was connected to. And the mess that it has caused. Particularly in Northern Ireland. Particularly this week. You only have to type in, 'DUP' into Google to see what nonsense they're causing. I'm just glad I've never voted for them. Nor will I ever do.
But for today there's a sprinkling of joy. Right now I have 2020's Eurovision album playing; the year we didn't get a full show. Well, we got Netflix's Eurovision: The Story of Fire Saga. Which I admit is brilliant. I have a pasta recipe to try out. There were many Italian influenced recipes I was leaning towards.
None of them include Damiano David; regardless of how delicious a dish he is.
It's been three weeks since I started my new job. This coming week I must strive to start walking more. Working from home has various cost-saving advantages that the lockdown had. No transport is needed. No money is required each day to fork out for lunch from a nearby outlet. It does mean I have to be organised. I need to build a better routine to start walking more. The weight I put on during lockdown was passable. Now I'm noticing that it's creeping up on me. And today, as I ran about the various stores of Belfast, I found myself puffing like a smoker.
And the weather in Belfast has been kind. My dermatitis has benefitted from a few sun rays (everything in moderation kids). Moods have been lifted. Reading caught up in the quiet of my parent's back-garden. So I'm not sure what my excuse is. Possibly giving into comfort too much.
Which leads me on to think more about what I'm to do this year. I've spent so much time in the past two and a half years making the best of it. A comfortable setting when we weren't allowed to mingle. It's possible my mind and body have become all too adapted to it. That's maybe why I didn't take the in-person customer service job at a well-known soap store. Being in a location other than my own bedroom? I may have become too much of a recluse. At least in my chosen work, I have a comfortable setting within my own control.
But once this summer is over I will need to make a decision. To try something / somewhere new. I'm worth more than I've been led to believe by various toxic folk. So why not? It's up to me to make this life a lot more full of texture. Things will happen. Good and bad. And I'm starting to learn that for now, I'd rather those occur than nothing.
I may eat my words at that however.
Yet for tonight's Eurovision events and the coming summer; a little 'nothing time' is what I need to spur me into an adventurous spirit.
