I’m beginning to feel like a Jenga tower on the verve of toppling over. Stress on top of stress. The old butterfly in the chest feeling is back and along with it there’s nausea – that’s a new thing for me.
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Tag: feelings
Moving on and moving out
It feels much later in the week than Thursday – to me anyway. Just a few things to tell you. Sligo Hub is going really well so if you happen to land on this site looking for things to do in Sligo head over to the hub for the most up to date information. You can also follow us on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.
It’s been a busy few days, the boomerang child has moved again. I swear I spend more time moving her stuff to various places than I do anything else. I actually quite like packing the car up, it’s like real life Tetris trying to utilise every inch of space in a small car. Not great for my back though. At least this place only has one flight of stairs and not three. Her new place is wonderful, there’s a big window overlooking a huge field and I would probably just look out the window all day if I lived there.
I’ve been trying to make phone calls to get things sorted for Jono but no one is picking up a phone and it’s difficult to find email addresses. I think I’ll have to take a pen and paper out.
I hosted my last coffee morning this week, they won’t finish as another lady has volunteered to host them. I’ve been asked why I’ve stopped a few times, and I feel that people are disappointed with me, to be honest there are a number of reasons. The main one with Jono getting worse I really need to be available for him, another reason is that for me personally although they were lovely it didn’t really have the effect I hoped it would. I still don’t have that many people I can go for coffee with – apart from the friends I had already. I would see people exchanging numbers and that’s fantastic but for me it didn’t happen. It’s OK though because as I’m more relaxed being in my own company and these days I’m fine to sit on my own somewhere.
Apart from all that it’s been a busy week with art classes (that I loved), Andy’s birthday and our wedding anniversary – we went to Bundoran for a few hours – we even met an actress from Fair City 🙂 I went to a tourism conference which was very interesting – although another reminder to me that I talk too much 🙂 I’ve also decided Ballaghaderren is my new favourite place – more about that in another blog.
Anger is an energy
I have a million other things I should be writing about but it’s been one of those days, in fact one of those weeks. You know where you are trying to sort things out and the universe isn’t playing ball? Someone decides to put a spanner in the works or you just seem to be sending emails to yourself because no one responds.
Marvellous May
A bit of a personal update as it’s been quite a while since I’ve done one. I finished counselling last week. It was my decision, I just felt like I had nothing else to say. I don’t feel like dredging the past up anymore and I’m finding ways to cope with the present. The future can look after itself.
Tribes and Tribulations
I’m off on a bit of a rant (well a sort of rant) so forgive me. I’ve noticed a new buzz word recently – tribe. Each to their own and all that but from me it’s a no.
I don’t have a tribe and I don’t want a tribe if I’m totally honest. Most of the time I hate people, not all people obviously, but big, noisy, crowds are my nightmare. I find with some people they just suck the positivity out of me. There’s always someone with a ‘helpful’ suggestion. I’m guilty of that too, I know that, but I’m trying to stop giving unsolicited advice.
Some people expect you to drop everything for them but if I have something going on 9 times out of 10 I’m surrounded by tumble weed. The crowds have dwindled to nothing. This is not with everyone, I know I have some very good people there for me and I’m very grateful. As for a tribe though – I’ll be a lone soldier.
I’m wondering what the next buzz word will be……
Frantic Friday
Yes I’m awake at a daft time again. This time I’m too ‘wired’ to sleep, it was a strange mix of a day; a radio interview in the morning, knocking a toothbrush into the toilet at lunchtime (yes really) and being seconds away from a road traffic accident this afternoon.
