The day before yesterday I spent a long while staring at a blank page and wondered what exactly I wanted to say with it. I had a bit of a hard; it was a long day, and I didn't really know what to write.
Yesterday was different. I had an okay day at work - it wasn't the worst day, but it also wasn't one of the good days where I have belly laughed at daft things the team has said. My calf muscles were hurting and more than anything, I just wanted to tip into bed and do nothing all evening. I was halfway up the first flight of stairs in my building when I realised I hadn't checked the post. When I did, I found some news that has had me running around like a headless chicken. The content of it is pretty irrelevant, but it meant that I had a few things to stress over and to do last night as well as getting ready for what was supposed to be an interview and a fitness test today.
Due to the calves issue, I cancelled half of my day today, but with everything last night, the blog had to take a backseat.
I did start this month with the intentions of writing a blog every day, but I could not have seen that coming, and so I'm glad that now I'm not forcing myself into a definition of failure because last night was not a failure. I can be all too guilty of letting things fall in favour of a novel, or a writing project and that is not necessarily a good thing. It isn't failing if you have to come out of the clouds and be an adult for a bit - it's life.
I have to accept that, as a single person, living on my own, everything that I need to do to sort out myself and my flat, etc. has to be done by me. It's a scary thing, but I'm capable of doing it, and I have been doing it, but you can see just how in the way of writing, etc. it can sometimes get.
Anyway, back on track now, and I'll catch you tomorrow.
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