Reporting In

The end of June comes way too quickly each year. For me it starts months of hard slog at work that ends around about the end of November. I was going to list all my big deadlines over the next five months but thinking about it makes my eyes spin in their sockets and is irritatingly depressing.

Added to that is how I’ve felt since I returned from Spain. For some reason I feel restless, disorganised and bored with anything and everything. I’m not sure it’s possible to feel restless and bored at the same time but I do. I start something and within five minutes I’m bored with it and so move on to something else. Pick up the knitting, knit two rows and put it down. Pick up a book, read two pages then put it down. There’s also a stack of things I want to do but can’t be bothered doing. I haven’t been to gym in about 10 weeks, my sensible eating plan is up the Khyber and my mind seems cluttered with a thousand things on the to-do list.

Aaaaaaand I hate Winter. I need heat and sunshine for my energy, both physical and mental. Boo hoo, it’s real tale of woe is me.

Still, I feel better just having written all that down (it’s only taken four hours on and off). Articulating instead of feeling; pinpointing the problem(s) instead drifting along. I’ve even come up with some sort of a plan. That will wait for the next post though or this will turn into an epic. Now though I’m away to pick up my knitting and I *will* knit for 30 minutes to see if I can get back into the groove.