I’m not going to do what I normally do when I haven’t posted for a while: apologise, promise to be better and then convince myself I’m over it. Because I have obviously demonstrated… THAT METHOD DOES NOT WORK. So once again, I have found myself at a place where I try to sit in front of my laptop, look at my list of planned posts ready to be written and yet I cannot bring myself to write.
There’s no one thing that’s causing it; I’m happy at work, my personal life has no big dramas going on and I’m settled into my routine. But I just cannot bring myself to find the inspiration to write and it’s really bugging me.
I love writing. My blog is my one creative outlet that is mine and mine alone – not being redirected, given notes or judged by people who could potentially employ me for future work (well maybe there are those people.. but I’m not fussed about that!!!). So why have I lost my mojo with it!? I can’t tell you.
All I do know is that I am in a MASSIVE winter slump. I don’t think I have any condition like SAD or whatever, but I’m sure I’m not the only person out there who finds that when winter comes along… all i want to do is hibernate like a giant hedgehog with several bottles of wine and an endless supply of Galaxy Minstrels. Actually, I know i’m not the only person that feels this way. So i thought it wise to post this openly on here. Tell the internet world that I’M STILL HERE BUT I AM IN A METAPHORICAL DUVET DEN AND I WILL BE BACK OUT SOON. I’m going to make a conscious effort to try and post more (especially now as we’re headed into festive loveliness) and I’m making steps to try and get myself out of this funk.
Let’s be clear. I am not a morning person. I am the opposite. Sleep is my fave. And with these cold, dark days slowly creeping up on us, it seem harder than ever to resurface after a lush night in the land of nod. Therefore, I’ve decided to come up with a recipe for the the perfect morning! No more hiding under the duvet and snoozing that alarm clock. Let’s make mornings so sexy that we WANT TO GET UP!
So. I’ve been really sick. Like… properly ill over the last few days. Any of the blog posts that appear on this blog for the next 2 weeks have been written whilst i’ve been in pyjamas, wearing a scarf, snuggling a hot water bottle and disappearing slowly into a cacophony (oooh) of pillows and duvets and blankets on my bed. In short, I have the flu. And I’m not happy about it. NOT ONLY DID I BASICALLY MISS HALLOWEEN, but it has completely wiped me out and wrecked my happy positive YAY mental energy i’ve tried to have going on at the moment. And in my sick and horrid stupor, it came to me that I haven’t actually been properly sick like this as an adult yet. Like, seriously. The last time I was super duper ill was at Uni and my parents came and picked me up, and made me food, and brought me cups of tea. Now…. I am alone (well… minus housemates but still) with no one to stroke my head and tell me I’m going to be just fine, and buy me lemsip and bring me ice cream. So, I thought it best to share my experiences, for those of us slowly stumbling into adulthood, about how to cope with being sick, especially if you are:
a) not living at home with said parents who will still happily look after you, even if you are 25;
b) not able to call on your boyfriend/girlfriend because OH WAIT YEAH I DON’T HAVE ONE OF THOSE;
c) alone, sad, spinster who should be surrounded by 37 cats and listening to the Bridget Jones soundtrack on repeat (DING DING DING! THAT’S ME!)
Ok here goes.
I say strangers because I have been in a virtual black hole of no-blogging-i-have-nothing-interesting-to-write-about-ness for the last month. AND IT SUCKS. And so I am here to break this barrier down as it is driving me mad.
For those of you who are avid followers of my blog, I can only apologise, and I hope that you did not think I had died/lost my hands/forgotten my password to log into my blog. Unfortunately, it’s more simple as that. I lost my motivation.