I woke up around 6.30 am and zombie shuffled out of bed. I didn’t have the best sleep and it seemed to be affecting my mood, I felt miserable. I struggled to hold back tears and I most definitely didn’t want to go about my day. I’m not sure why I was feeling that way either.
I sulked my way through a cup of coffee and reluctantly started my French lessons. I got through a lot of the new words, remembering some, very forgetting others, still wildly confused about a handful of them. I spent about 30 minutes working on it.
Hubby left for work and I got to working out. It wasn’t as hard as yesterday but still not as easy as I am expecting. My muscles sure need a good talking to. I got through it with no tears and it felt like a good workout.
Half of me wanted to crawl back into bed at that point. The other half of me pointed at the blank canvas that has been sitting on the table for a week and demanded I do something with it. The demanding side won and I finally got round to take two of the cacti.
My afternoon was filled with housework and socialising. It’s been years since I’ve done this much socialising. I’m finding it rather draining. By the time I sat down to go on a comment spree with the blogs I follow, I had run out of words. I feel like a failure not being able to make a simple comment on something that I like. I will try again tomorrow.
There are still so many creative things that I haven’t had the chance to get to this week. I hope I can get a much more positive start to my day tomorrow so I can fit in another task or two.
I hope your day has been filled with wonderful conversation, glorious creations and something sweet.