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So I saw a share-worthy post from Words of Women on instagram and read this to myself this morning and told myself that this was going to be my mantra this week (bearing in mind that I was recovering from being off sick for two days – Thursday and Friday – and burning my wrist earlier last week). It was a big ask but I needed to psyche myself into accepting all the possible challenges that Monday would most-definitely bring.
It was most certainly a brilliant reminder of how my life was more than glass-half-full. My cup was brimming over. Yeah, I am going through a difficult time, personally and mentally. But I am still here, I am waking up each morning and finding a reason to smile, I am living in the country I’ve always wanted to live in and I am loved by the most amazing man.
You have to start believing that your morning commute is fun and exciting. That your apartment is perfect for the stage you’re in right now. That your partner is the one you always dreamed of. That every coffee you have is just right and every dinner you eat out is a treat. That every time you look in your closet there’s a ton of amazing clothes you bought for yourself because you’re now a badass, stylish woman. This is the grown up life you always dreamed of. Look at you! Think of what your 13-year- old self would think about where you are. She was once dreaming for this life. Now start appreciating it.
But Monday had another plan for me. It just went with an almighty whoosh. It was so crazy busy that when I looked up next, it was time to put my cup in the dishwasher (or wash it, as I ended up doing because the dishwasher was full anyway) and shut down my computer. If you held a gun to my head and asked me to tell you what I did today, I wouldn’t be able to do that without looking at my to-do list.
I’m going to start over tomorrow. Hopefully the day goes on a steadier, slower pace and I can actually appreciate the time I have! Here’s to hoping!
I’ve been off sick for a couple of days now. Feeling really unwell and generally blecchy. I think it’s what my mum used to call general malaise in the sick notes that she used to write for me.
The weather has turned and it’s Friday evening so the weekend is upon us. I’m glad for it. But I’m finding that I can’t get excited about the weekend. I’m sure there’s something to be excited about, I just don’t know what t is.
I think it’s okay. I think it’s okay to not be okay.
To say that I’m a klutz is an understatement. I’ve slipped on icy patches and landed on my bum, hurt my knee and fallen on my back. It’s the same with wet patches. I’ve slid down stairs. I’ve missed steps and hit my head on walls. But as I am most often found cooking or baking, my most frequent injuries are finger slicing or burns.
Last night wasn’t any different. The only difference is that I’ve managed to give myself a second degree burn. Needless to say I don’t exactly blame anyone else. It was completely my fault. I was absent-mindedly rushing through things. I was attempting to take a full baking tray of chips and place it on the counter whilst trying to figure out how to get the other tray that was still in the oven out and onto the next shelf up.
Of course that was an accident waiting to happen. I managed to miss the counter all together and the edge of the extremely hot baking tray clipped the edge of the counter and the baking tray bounced on my wrist. I not only managed to burn myself fairly badly, I also managed to spill two-thirds of the contents of the baking tray. There was carnage in my tiny kitchen as chips were everywhere.
Alan made me rush to run my injured wrist under the cold tap and fill the sink up with cold water so I could soak the burn in the cold water for as long as I could bear it. I’m glad I did because it meant that I didn’t get a massive blister. But it does mean having to make sure that the burn has to be protected until the scab dries and the wound stops coming up with blisters.
I will try to be more careful. TRY being the operative word.
Like muscles, writing muscles must be exercised as well. And like me and gym memberships gone by, I’ve let my writing muscles waste away.
To be completely honest, real life has been quite full on and being creative, at the end of a busy, stressful day, took a back burner. I’ve had a few things to work on (relationships, mental health issues – another blog entry completely, self-development, train delays, yadda, yadda, yadda). Yes, yes! They are excuses.
So I thought I’d write. Something. Just to exercise the writing muscles…ease myself into the writing storm that I would like to enter the scene.
I’ve been reading a lot of books (both fiction and non-fiction!), taking online classes (more on these later!), and I’ve been filling my head with all sorts of ideas. All this in between taking photos and learning how to use my lovely little Olympus EPL-7 properly (yes, still! I am constantly discovering the little tricks this lovely camera can do all with a twist of a knob and a click of a button)and my smart little dynamo GoPro, and working, FULL TIME.
Oh I spent a few days in Lovely London! But that is, also, another blog entry! Ha! Yay me with all these writing projects (I have high hopes that they will actually get done!).
So let’s call this my excuse for a catching up entry.
What’s been going on in your life? Yes, let’s start a conversation.