Dearest bloggy readers, I ♥ you. Thanks for taking the time to comment or tweet or email or facebook and say ‘me too’.
It seems the last few months of twenty-eleven were really HARD for loads of people. This being all growed up shit can be just so full of blergh, right? I feel completely ill-equipped much of the time. And then comes the spiral of sleeplessness; the fretting about what hasn’t been done, the demands from others, the expectations, the need to please. The old shames. Fears. And then Mars gets his entire red-ringed arse stuck in retrograde.
I spent my Saturday making my way through the papers before climbing Laundry Mountain. I ironed all the things and watched a craptastic John Cusack offering. I baked a carrot cake with lemon icing. This afternoon is all about the candle-lit bubble bath and the new (to me) book.
Everything seems slow and quiet, as though the entire universe has arranged itself perfectly to suit my state of mind. Maybe I am just able to move into the flow of it when I adjust my pace?
In five more sleeps I am off to the countryside to nestle in the bosom of my posse. Things are looking up.
One of my oldest and dearest friends left a comment to say ‘Love. Be Loved. Go and find yourself a piece of lawn, and spread your toes into it’.
Amen sister.
* apt tweetage from @hisptermermaid
Comments
I love you xo
Having left a rather ‘jilly-along’ comment on your last post, strangely in the last couple of days I’ve started to slide downwards in to the sad hole too. Clearly, there’s a fair few people down there.
You are most definitely not alone. I think it is also a function of growing older and I suspect hormones have a lot to answer for. Enjoy a raucous weekend away with your girls – wine and laughter can cure SO much.
sas Replied:
yes hormones are definitely involved xxx