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.
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.