This week has been a difficult one in many ways. I felt like I bounced from problem to problem for several days. I have managed to deal with and resolve all but one of them (that one is a work in progress) but it’s taken it out of me. I’m writing this blog entry at a writers group in Oxford at which no writers appear to have come but me and a friend who came with me. I’m really hoping the train trip home will be as easy as usual. And part of me is wishing I’d stayed close to home today. I did enjoy lunch with my friend though. I don’t know what the wifi password is in here so I’ll probably post this when I get home.
Unless I change my mind and write a whole other self care Sunday blog post.
Luckily my trip to London on Friday went really well and was completely hitch free. I met up with another friend and we went to The Royal Albert Hall and we went to see Cirque du Soleil’s Kooza. The show was absolutely incredible and I loved it. Several of the stunts were the sort that made you gasp in shock and then watch with your heart in your mouth sorts though. I think they play on that.
It remains difficult to decide what to call self care and what isn’t. I’m doing better than I have in a long time in taking care of myself but I still need to be doing better.
But as I wrote that it occurred to me that I’ve contradicted myself a bit with that statement. It’s true that my sleep pattern remains screwy and I’m not eating as well as I’d like or achieving everything I’d like to be. I am achieving more things – my goals for this blog were ones I met in January for one example and I listened to an audiobook (my goal is one a month) for another.
So it might be that what I really need to do is stop being so hard on myself? That’s something I’m going to need to think about. And perhaps to work on.