Cold
Crisp
Clean
Wrinkled
Washed
White
Sheets without dreams
Beaten out
Churned
Rinsed away
Awaiting
Warmth
Tussled dream kicks
Reluctant sleepy heads
Late night conversation
And kitten feet
Started out as a blog about me trying to find self control... now turned more personal... with me still searching
Monday, 17 August 2015
Ritual Cleaning : Day 82 #100daysofwriting
Tuesday, 9 June 2015
Guilt Trip : Day 13 #100daysofwriting
The sniffles defeated me and I couldn't conceive of leaving my bed. I answered some mails and delegated some tasks, but I mostly slept today. I'm pretty sure that the point of a sick day is to sleep. So why do I feel so guilty?
Why?
I've also sworn to be back in the office tomorrow, guns blazing.
What am I trying to prove?
I still haven't made a move on any freelance writing. I feel frozen to the spot. Paralysed by self doubt. Did I see a sick day as an opportunity to start? I slept, I barely had enough concentration to watch a whole episode of series. Why am I beating myself up for resting when I clearly need it?
I suppose all I can recognise is that I'm a rather silly human, and go to sleep again.
Thursday, 4 June 2015
Low Low Low : Day 8 #100daysofwriting
Wednesday, 16 July 2014
Snuggle Weather #100creativedays Day 85
The happy consequence of dealing with my monsters?
Better support after flipping my mattress?
Muscles unwound by the superior skills of my physio?