I dropped the girls at school, and sighed deeply. It had been a morning of tears, and grumpiness. I felt I had gone ten rounds of emotional battle before 9am, (and lost most of them).
I was weary and teary, but I rushed home and got things ready for the trip to Rockingham. I called my Mum as I drove, and then I called my best friend. Talking the whole trip down.
It wasn’t until I sat down at the table, and the timer was set for the ‘Shut up and write’, that I suddenly realised how worn out I was. Emotionally I have been holding my family together. But not even thinking about me.
In my readings over the past few days I have come across this word a number of times, ‘don’t’. You see, we live in a society that is all about doing. The mantra is, ‘if you want something go out and get it’.
I have increased my gym regime this year. (You know, it is very easy to increase a regime from zero!) So I am often in those big, slighty stale-smelling rooms, with equipment down one side and mirrors all down the other wall.
When I started writing this blog in May 2010, My eldest was 9 months old. And I started writing in order to have a moment to myself, a moment of reflection and contemplation. I had two readers at that stage, Mr and my sister. And I was quite happy with that!