What a lovely ring day 1888 has.
It’s no wonder I can’t seem to stop writing this blog as I can some sense of satisfaction watching the numbers click up.
I slept well but woke up at 5am.
I felt exhausted.
It’s a beautiful day and Donna Ashworth’s journalling prompt encouraged us to look for the magic.
I saw the lovely blue sky and the way the light was shining on the wall of the pub next door. The lush dark green ivy being all lit up…. It was beautiful.
It was a quiet day at work today…. And I honestly think that sometimes I might just have far too much time to be in my own head.
I didn’t know where to put myself today.
I was soooo tired.
I couldn’t think straight.
I couldn’t concentrate.
I tried to do so many tasks and kept hitting brick walls… all of them inside my own head.
My head felt really antsy.
I am full of tension.
I can’t sit still.
I am resisting something or fighting something that I can’t quite put my finger on.
I wish I was able to sit with uncomfortable feelings.
I am raging at them all the time.
What now?!?!
Honest to god I am hard work.
So…… I’m picking Gayle up in 10 minutes and we’re off to the beach.
Being kind to myself.
We went to Portencross. 🫶🏼 with the beautiful Isle of Arran in the distance.
Portencross Castle.
I love the old pier.
We saw this lovely wee deer 🦌 standing about in another field. That’s my second one this week!
We had a lovely walk and a good chat.
Just what the doctor ordered.
Stay safe everyone ☀️☀️☀️
The Rambling Sloth 🦥 