The Accidental Trad Wife

‘Came out Swinging’ from the Wonder Years has become my anthem. The song I play when I need to slap myself out of whatever lethargy I’m falling into. 

New years eve of 2024, me and my husband spent the evening in, eating takeaway and chatting on the couch, he set it up so that the the titular lyric ‘I came out swinging’ hit at exactly midnight. We danced round the coffee table together, more like chased each other, until he caught me into an embrace, it was lovely.

On the 17th of January this year we went to see the Wonder Years in London. It was perfect. 3,000 people sang out the lyrics that resonated with them for their own reasons. I sang them for my reasons. My husband caught me in an embrace, it was lovely.

Talking about my memories of a band is easy to do, but how about a super cheesy dissection of the lyrics? Seems like a logical blog post to write while sitting out on the balcony, or is it terrible, it’s probably terrible. Anxiety is fun. 

‘I spent this year as a ghost, and I’m not sure what I’m looking for….’

Fuck me, does that lyric hit me at the moment. I have no idea what I’m doing, what I want to do, or what I can do. I just drift through, trying to make myself busy, I have 18 hours free each day, and somehow I’m still not on top of the washing up. 

‘I guess you’d call this regression’ 

I had a view of myself, I knew who I was, I don’t now. I was managing various high profile projects, mentoring people, and still having a home cooked meal on the table by eight: I’d prefer dinner at nine, my husband would prefer seven, so eight it is. Having a job isn’t what matters, it’s that I could pay my way, do what I want and feel secure. I feel like I’ve regressed. I have a whole bit of my life and personality that has been gone for nearly a year. Fuck.

‘Spent the winter writing songs about getting better, and if I’m being honest, I’m getting there’

You’ve got to leave any post on a high right? So, I’m getting there.