You know those days and weeks where you feel like you’re drowning? I feel like that.
There’s a lot of things going on in my life at the moment that I have no control over which is affecting my motivation to do a lot of other stuff. The further behind I fall the less I feel like I can dig myself out of this hole.
Instead of spending last night at home starting on my report that’s due this Sunday I was on a bus to visit my sister, mother & sick niece. I love spending time with my favourite women, I really do. But it also meant that in my wayward trial to get home I missed the last bus out of the eastern beaches. Who knew the last bus left before granny’s went to bed?
This meant that by the time I got home it was 9.30pm – too late to start studying let alone doing anything apart from falling on my bed and hunting down my pain meds to try to get some semblance of sleep. I can’t wait till I see my physio tomorrow afternoon after work. I’m counting down the hours.
And somehow my weekend of studying has been taken up by other things. I totally forgot that Hitching Bitches was on Sunday and now my partner in crime isn’t going to be in Sydney so I have to be there to run it this weekend instead of being at home working.
Saturday is a total write off as I volunteer at the Cat Protection Society so will be doing that in the morning and have a Star Wars marathon at the movies.
Which leaves me 3 nights to get this done. 3 nights. It’s causing me anxiety.
And I miss my man. Distance is not such a nice thing when all I want is a hug.
I shall be fine. That’s my new mantra.
Restarting yoga again next week for realignment. Which basically means I’ll cry like a bitch after each session until I’m centred again.