Choice of Toppings

Having recently gained full-time employment, I am once again becoming aware of all the positive aspects of a regular routine.

The weekend, for one thing, has an actual meaning now. It means a chance to catch up on sleep; not be at work; do whatever the hell I want. I got so used to being able to do whatever I wanted every single day that the meaning of each day became irrelevant. And of course, I couldn't do anything I wanted because I didn't have the money to pay for it.

Friday is now eagerly anticipated, and comes around surprisingly quickly when you have a busy schedule. Pay-day is the best day of the month, with funds already earmarked for the purchases you can finally justify and afford. Bank holidays are a gift; a free pass to shorten a work week and lengthen the gloriousness of the weekend.

And today, after four weeks of employment, I have made a delightful discovery:

Choosing what to have on my pizza is currently the most difficult decision I have in my life. 

I have a job in a really good team, working to make a difference in people's lives. I have a flat in London, that I can afford, where I am able to support myself. I have friends who I love and who care about me in return.

I am so incredibly lucky to have all that.

This is a reminder that in spite of the things I have been through, and all the things that I have overcome to get to this point - it is okay to be happy, it is okay to be selfish (sometimes), and it is a really great thing when your only care in the world is what to put on your pizza.