Hi again for the second time this weekend. It's late afternoon on another Sunday. Opera is nearly complete, the pheasant is coming up to room temperature for roasting later and I have a nice bottle of Syrah to go with it.
In truth though I'm restless. I didn't sleep well as my anxiety was raised after yesterday. As I noted anxiety can be the great deceiver and so it transpired today when I did some digging I had once again been duped by my mind running to endless possibilities none of which turned out to be true. The outcome of yesterday's call has cost me money, I knew it would. But it is not the catastrophe I feared. Why do I think like this?
That residual feeling remains as if robbed of the rest I crave. It is just a bit of turbulence in my battle through what is in front of me.
Time must be marching on as I'm told half term starts at the end of this week. I also learned from reading my horoscope that the full moon is today and not last night as I thought. A fine line out but beautiful anyway.
There is a governors' meeting with the Trust tomorrow. I cannot devote as much time as they deserve given how manic the day time job can be. But I do my little bit when I can.
Have a good week all who read this. I will be back soon.
I Heard a Voice.
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