I have just realized I have surpassed a whole month writing on this blog. That’s longer than I thought I would last. As a result, I’ve decided to revisit my reasons for starting “Precarious Writer”. But still, I have a long way to go. As I said in my first post, I will not have succeeded in keeping a blog unless I’ve done it for more than six months. So we will see…
Did I say I was getting better? I lied. I’m still sick and I hate it. Oh well. At least my plane is booked now. Instead of freaking out about when I’m going back, I’m freaking out about having zero time to prepare and tie up loose ends. I haven’t finished my room! I haven’t met up with all my friends from high school! I haven’t pet my dog enough times! I’m still freaking sick!
I hate all this not having enough time for everything. I’m one of those people who prefers to take my time and do everything right the first time without increasing stress levels. How are you meant to enjoy what you’re doing when everything’s rushed? Travelling to England should always be a treat, no matter how many times I do it, or how much my ears hurt, or how heavy my luggage is. Right?
Okay. It’s late, I’m sick, and I don’t even remember how I started this post so here’s an ending before I (figuratively) pass out.
Sundays are ‘Anything Goes’ days. If I’ve got something to write, I will. If I need a break, I’ll take it. If I just want to post a bunch of pictures or a YouTube video, I will. Today, I will write a good old-fashioned post.