A third blog? A good idea? A fresh start? A disaster? An omen? ...who knows anything? |
I nearly gave up on blogging and WDC. Then life threw another huge curveball and I felt like giving up on everything. But I'm Scarlett...I keep trying and hoping. I know not where this will go but I take it one day at a time. |
I have always been a night owl. Even as a child I rarely felt tired at night, but hated waking up early in the morning. Now I often envy the larks of this world. When I read of people watching the sun rise and being able to tackle many tasks during the early hours of the day it makes me want to be a morning person. But as we know old habits die hard and it's difficult to change our routines. Yesterday was one of those days I wished I'd stayed in bed. I had no specfic plans, but do have a lot of things to catch up with as well as preparations for our trip to Thailand. But it seemed I was destined to achieve very little after unexpected visitors and phone calls. Much as I tend to complain when days go by without any human contact, I can well do without not having a minute to myself to do what I want. It left me feeling frustrated, edgy and rather annoyed if I'm honest as I frequently seem to be the listening ear for other's trivial problems yet am rarely asked how I am getting on. Last night I retired late as usual, but woke with a jolt after a bizarre dream. It's not often I can't catch sleep again, but this morning was one of those occasions and as it was light outside I decided I might as well get up. I was horrified to see it was only 4.45am. There was no way I'd go back to sleep, so decided it was an opportunity to get all those unfinished tasks completed, then spend a leisurely afternoon writing, knitting or just watching a decent film. By lunchtime I felt like I'd been up for days and weariness was creeping on. Just as I sat down my son phoned to say they'd all been strawberry picking and were dropping in to bring me some fruit. Two hours later I have a kitchen full of bowls of fruit to sort out, wash, freeze and store, juice stains on the carpet to remove and a sink full of pots to wash. I think I will be having a very early night and conclude I'm just not cut out to be a lark. |