How I Felt When I Saw A Ghost From My Past For The First Time In 14 Years.

What are the chances?

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, it’s been an interesting week.

The scrapping of my rigid routine is going well, I’ve managed to go for dinner and not drink copious amounts of wine, as is my habit and I got through what can only be described as a magnificently awkward encounter at the spa last week.

I had been really looking forward to going to the spa. The husband and I were really lucky with the weather, the sun was shining and the roads were clear. We arrived at the spa before check-in time but our room was ready, so we headed straight there ready to change into our robes and immerse ourselves in the relaxation.

We had a beautiful room on the ground floor, with a small terrace area with a table and chairs and views of the lake. I felt the stress I had been feeling lately slowly melting away as we lazily walked around the lake and found our way to the bar, to have a little glass of something in the sunshine before our treatment.

After my treatment, I caught sight of myself in the mirror as I was getting dressed. I felt pretty crappy about the way I looked at the moment, but I wasn’t going to let it ruin my time here and I went back to the waiting area to wait for the husband on a lounger, trying to forget about how I looked in my robe and feel serene and at peace with the world.