It's a strange thing, time...

Hi Me, Today is 26th April 2005. Can you remember how I felt today? I expect not, so here's a reminder. It's one of those typical April days, breezy and skittish, sunny and grey in turns. Today I am going to see Henry's band play in Angel. It's a girly outing - Char and Helen (the eternal friends, probably still a weekly staple in 2008!), plus Imogen, Zara and Charlotte from work. The girliness of the occasion is not accidental. We all have some anti-man gripe - Char has just been dumped, by airmail letter, from thousands of miles away. Helen has started the slow process of detaching from Dave. Charlotte is stoically single. Imogen doesn't need men. And Zara... well, Zara's just trying to prove she's independent. I'm trying not to think about the little discovery I made at the weekend. The word 'Ghana' should be enough to bring it all flooding back in glorious technicolour. Emotional glitches aside, life is rather good. Work is challenging and exciting, family disaster has been narrowly averted, and I'm stable enough to know that losing my wayward man will not destroy me. Best of all, a whole summer of holidays and festivals and (hopefully) sun stretches out before me. I hope I'm happy at 30. I hope I've still got great friends. I hope I'm confident and secure. I hope I still go clubbing. I hope I've had that liposuction. I hope I'm buying matching underwear. I hope I'm making documentaries and writing articles. I hope I'm still dreaming of saving the world. Hell, I hope I AM saving the world. Don't stop believing that amazing things happen. Be strong. Keep dreaming. With love, Me.