Nothing changes if nothing changes.

I promise, even though due to lack of evidence recently, I am still an author!

Bleh!!!! So, September started with a lovely message from my pal, saying he’s glad to see me happy again. Literally the day after, the stalker and harassment started… talk about not expecting that on my 2025 ‘life of Daniel’ bingo card.

Fuck it. I’ve been done with it for a while, and it seems to have finally stopped… moving on.

I’ve always felt that I would improve myself if I just switched the alcohol for a whole new gym rat style life. I think we all have that kind of thought. Instant change will lead to a whole new you.

What’s change me is the minor changes that I’ve added weekly to my life. The breakfasts, the morning chores, the motivation videos, the routine additions.

Being content is alien to me, but I think I accept it now. A lot of things have to change, or the chaos that is attracted to my life will never change.

I’ve taken this view to my writing too. Something has to change with it. Not my story telling as such, but how I approach it as a whole. I’m confident enough now to learn new methods to approach marketing and getting myself out there.

I say good things to myself every morning now, I smile when doing the washing up for fuck sake 😂

I’m grateful.

I was happy when I bought a plate-drying-rack for the kitchen yesterday, and a second bin for recycling. I’m old now!

I’ve started visiting new places on my days off. Granted, it’s only been Sevenoaks and Eynsford so far, but it’s been refreshing to see new places.

This is me now.

Don’t get it fully wrong, I still drink hard on Sundays 😂 but that’s our fun.

Im happy.

I should get back to writing… It doesn’t scare me anymore.

Love you all.

Daniel ❤️