Nearly every day is a multiple cup of coffee day. I wake up, pop the coffee machine on while I shower, scull back a cup of strong black brew before zooming to work and heading straight to the coffee shop. And one hour later I’m back again for number three.
I’ve been feeling so uninspired this past week and a bit. I normally run at a hundred miles an hour but lately my head has been going at a million miles an hour and I’m finding it really hard to focus on the blog, let alone the other bits of my life. And I’ve been procrastinating. A lot.
I’m very grateful when I say this, I don’t get upset too often. I tend to get over things pretty quickly, and I can honestly say I don’t have a lot to complain about. We all have our days, and things are going to get you down in life, but I find myself trying my hardest to push past the bitterness and get back to the good stuff.
Warning, this post contains very unattractive selfies. If you do not follow my Instagram you would have missed the news that I had all four of my wisdom teeth removed Friday. And hasn’t it been an awful few days. You hear the horror stories but until you’ve actually had it done you can’t really fathom it.
I like to think I’m organised, E will disagree. I have a diary, keep my upcoming events and engagements in my phone for easy access, plan my blog posts well in advance and make sure I schedule everything in. Sounds organised, right? Hmm. Unfortunately I “forget” to schedule in time to clean, cook, food shop or do those lovely everyday duties one must complete to lead a simple life. This is where E disagrees with my organisational skills. Funnily enough I find it very easy to organise the best bits of life, and find it equally as easy to brush aside the rest. I need help.
Tuesday started like most Tuesday’s. I woke up, showered, got in the car, drove to Fremantle. But wait, I don’t work in Fremantle! That is because I had a dreaded appointment I’d been preparing myself for for two months. Two months of avoidance and denial.