Life is being eaten up in a never ending cycle of work, eat, sleep and repeat. Even worse than before the wedding, time is slipping away and I’m just not catching up with anything.
Everything’s happening in super short bursts – I work for four hours straight. I go to the gym for an hour. I cook dinner and then watch a programme and then clean. I sleep and wake up every few hours. Tonight was one of the first nights that I’ve been able to sit down and catch up on some of the reading I’ve been wanting to do with blog and stuff. I haven’t been able to blog properly because of busyness and tiredness.
How is it already 26th November? I’ve started some Christmas shopping, but barely any. I’ve already booked a table for my birthday dinner next year because we’re doing it with work people and we’ll be a large crowd.
I don’t seem to be able to catch my breath (partly now because I have an awful cold and sound like a rasping parrot), and it’s a little bit overwhelming. You know how you can get so busy you lose track of yourself? I feel like that. I’m wearing very “normal” clothes – all black for work, then straight into comfy jeans and a jumper in the evening. Yes, this is totally superficial in the light of all that is wrong with the world but this is my world.
Having to wear a skirt five days a week means I’m less likely to put on a dress or skirt at the weekend. I’m sticking to very plain clothes, and it makes me feel less like me. I miss my hippy dresses, my goth going out wear and the like. These amazing clothes are just sat in my wardrobe taking up space and laughing at me in my jean for the fourth time this week.
I’ve become detached from that style of clothes because I’ve had to for work. Do you also reach the point where you lose touch with your hobbies as well? I don’t feel particularly focused on anything at the moment, and the things I love are falling slightly by the wayside. I had a burst of beading inspiration recently, but since then I’ve barely touched anything.
I’m reading still, but since my Kindle has given up the ghost I’m on paper books and it’s a little less convenient. I’m working my way though a book called “Journal of the Plague Year” which is an omnibus of post-apocalyptic novellas that all work together to show one plague from different points in time and different places. I’m really enjoying it, and the approach has certainly been gripping. I was expecting it to be all different short stories, but this has felt more like one normal sized story that’s been split into different facets. Much enjoyment.
I’m going to get through to the end of NaBloPoMo even if it kills me, but I think I’ll need to take some time to recuperate soon. There are a few ideas that I want to do, but I need some time to pull them together and I just don’t have the energy right now. Sorry to moan chaps and chappesses.
How about you then? How do you combat this weird feeling of disconnectedness if you get it? How do you break out of a funk like this and back into normal?