I’m really exhausted.
I’m really busy.
Parts of this weekend have been absolutely horrible.
I have some wonderful friends, in Cardiff and at home.
I’m lucky enough to have two particularly wonderful friends who have let me sob and angst and overanalyse on their shoulders (both real and telephonic).
And, what is more, I don’t want to blog.
I feel all disjointed and nervy.
This might be a bit of a hiatus type thing - I’m just too busy with Wuthering and the Fringe at the moment. It’s taking up all my headspace, so I don’t have much else to blog about right now.
Also I just feel quite down about some things at the moment and I’m not sure being self-indulgent and blogging about how I feel quite shit about certain aspects of my life is very helpful. I’m really happy with where I am in my friendships and in my academic and “professional” (so to speak) life, but I really have to work on making sure that the way I’m relating to myself doesn’t suffer from recent events.
I need to be in a really good mental place for the stuff I’m doing over the next few weeks because it’s going to be so physically draining, so I need to focus on doing that after the last few days. I don’t want to get into a self-hating pattern like I have done in the past.
I’ll be back when I have some spare time and when I feel like it, but I probably won’t start blogging regularly again until the end of August.