Well, that was interesting.
Today anxiety hit, absolutely from nowhere. I felt TERRIBLE. And basically had to sit myself down and ask myself "WHAT is this all about?" only to discover... it's really about nothing. I think in retrospect it might be about starting to chill out from the year (I'm still working but only a little bit more than half time at the moment, which is quite a respite from basically double time) and the feeling that something MUST be wrong if I'm not doing anything. There are one or two things on the boil, but I'm ahead with my Christmas arrangements, I haven't ENTIRELY run out of money, I've got most of the desperate things done at work, and I found out my publication deadline was extended a month from when I thought.
Inactivity scares me! But when I talked myself down off the window ledge (metaphorically) I did feel much better. Tony and I went for a walk that ended up being three hours or so long, and then had a Burmese meal at my favourite restaurant, and then walked home again. Zizou LOVES me being home so much, he just comes and camps out somewhere on my body (feet, lap, head!, shoulder). Home really is my happy place, right now.
Inactivity scares me! But when I talked myself down off the window ledge (metaphorically) I did feel much better. Tony and I went for a walk that ended up being three hours or so long, and then had a Burmese meal at my favourite restaurant, and then walked home again. Zizou LOVES me being home so much, he just comes and camps out somewhere on my body (feet, lap, head!, shoulder). Home really is my happy place, right now.