Sorry about my absence from... well everything, of late. Everything sort of got on top of me. Sometimes this happens.
Oh, my old friend My anxiety. Sometimes it out stays its welcome and makes itself a little too friendly. And sometimes its darn right sleazy, hangs around like bad breath and simply refuses to leave. Harrumph.
It means that sometimes I find myself at the station, late, on my way to work. It was sunny and a lovely old lady said to me 'Oh isn't the sunshine lovely' and I nearly sobbed on her shoulder because, yes, the sunshine was so lovely that morning. A little tear did manage to escape from the corner of my eye on the train to work. I know its bad when I cry about old ladies.
It means that sometimes I feel a bit like this...
(via Cacao Cocoa)
(Its a music video by Zero 7. This is 'stress' in video form- but its not too horrid. It ends with wings- watch it and see.)
and when I do feel like this, some things have to give.
I'm trying to remember this:
So, bear with me whilst I grapple with my sanity and cry about old ladies being lovely and wish there were 2 of me and try to catch up on sleep and fill out scary application forms and prepare for interviews and wonder why I cant focus on anything for longer than 5 seconds and clean my neglected house and nurse my poorly mister who has food poisoning (I know- talk about timing, poor thing) and try and do a much needed food shop and all those other domestic things that demand ones attention from time to time.
Normal blogging will resume soon, with vengeance.