Sunday Thoughts

It’s time for another Sunday Thoughts. Last week was a quieter one for me – and honestly, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

My anxiety has been hovering in the background. Not constantly, but enough that I’ve noticed it. I’ve been getting palpitations more often, and yesterday I visited a new shop with every intention of asking if I could take photos for the blog… but I just couldn’t do it. It felt like there was an invisible door in front of me that I couldn’t get through.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep the night before. Or maybe it’s something deeper. I can’t help but feel like the fuel protests are stirring something in me, they remind me of the COVID days. The roads are eerily quiet (aside from the protest routes), people are starting to stockpile, and there’s a definite sense of unease. Maybe it’s all triggering something subconsciously. I really don’t know.

On a brighter note, I’m off to London with Lucy this week. It’s only an overnight trip, but we’ve packed a lot in. I’m hoping the change of scenery will shake me out of whatever this is. I’m not doing badly at all, just a little off – and a change is as good as a rest.

The weather has been all over the place: one beautiful day followed by torrential rain, wild winds, hailstones, and even the odd flurry of snow. Four seasons in five minutes – that’s Ireland for you.

As I write this, I’m looking at washing that’s blown off the line and is now scattered across the lawn. Not the worst thing, it was charity shop bits anyway, and I’m hoping the fresh air might help with that musty smell.

Wishing you all a good week, and thanks, as always, for reading.