I feel like I’ve been struggling a bit of late. Struggling to keep on top of my mental well-being, which in turn has resulted in an inability to write.
In the face of competing demands I just seem to shut down. I’d been trying to juggle too many things and the pressure was beginning to show. I was starting to dread going to work because I wasn’t sure I could cope with any more of the curve balls it had to throw at me.
I was worried about other things I needed to complete outside of work and how I was going to get the time to get them done.
I was tired. I am tired.
I was forgetting though that I am just one person. I can’t do everything all at once and I deserve time for myself without feeling guilty about it.
Its so easy when the pressures on to forget about the little things and the little things are actually very important.
Like the fact that I love my new work colleague, in fact all my colleagues. I love how she gets my sense of humour and work aside it’s like she’s always been there. She fits in.
I love that I feel comfortable with these people and that they can turn my frown upside down.
I love my friends, who without knowing I’m feeling the darkness give me something to brighten it, in the form of an empty gin bottle and a rechargable string of lights. Like I said, small things mean a lot.
I need to not forget these things, because they make this life what it is. It’s far from perfect, but for every low there is a high, we just need to acknowledge that.