I seem to be meeting myself coming backwards at the moment. Every day this week I have had good intentions of finishing my assignment and working on some projects I have in the pipeline. It has been gone nine o'clock every night when I have finished sorting everything out and got the kids to bed. By that time I feel exhausted.
The times I have sat down I have been unable to concentrate fully on the task at hand. My brain just feels fuddled at the minute. I'll soon get back into the swing of it I'm sure.
I have spent a lot of time writing in my diary lately. I love writing this and try to write at least a page a day. To me it's a great way of putting my thoughts and feelings down and a way of making sense of them all. Some days I just write random blurb and yet, when I look back at some of the entries a lot are quite deep and meaningful.
I have always been a diary writer. I dug some of my old ones out the other day. Some of the things I wrote when I was teenager are bazaar to say the least. Glad I've grown up since then, a little bit anyway.