Why in gods name do we do it to ourselves? Think of all these weird and wonderful ways the new year is going to be different, then end up disappointing ourselves. My promise to myself for 2019 was that I was going to moisturise every day, keep my blog updated and take some time in everyday to myself…
And here we are, 14 days into the year and I am only just writing this, with a face that feels like sandpaper looking like an exhausted penguin. Oh, and with 10% battery on my laptop so who knows if it will even be published right?! 😂
I do miss blogging, immensely. I just wish I had more time for it. My little girl is growing up and everyday brings us something new. I don’t know, maybe i am worried i will miss something in the whole 60 minutes it would take to have a shower or a bath, and have some ME time.
One thing that has been pretty consistent this year has been my insomnia – I literally could be dropping for sleep all day then the second I climb into bed, nothing. Nada…. Nope. No Zzzz’s for me. Maybe this would be a great time for blogging like tonight… but i tend to use this time for worrying. It’s a solid plan.
Wow, I wasn’t wholly sure what I would write about and so far, this is seeming pretty… depressing. Maybe it’s time to call it a night and try again tomorrow with a more cheerful tone. 💙