Ok I am panicking a bit, quite a lot actually, I am trying to keep to tell myself there is still plenty of time, and yet.....
It is not that I am running about all over the place in some sort of post-lockdown whirl, its just a variety of situations happening over a series of weekends. It is a combination of weather and family commitments and walks in training for Snowdon (remember Snowdon, this is your alert that this is actually happening in a few weeks time).
I tell myself there is plenty of time and there is plenty of time really. I will catch up I know I will but it feels just a little out of reality's grasp. The longer daylight evenings will help. I trying to get an hour or two in after work when I can.
If I just do a little every now and again it is better than nothing.
There is plenty of time - there is the long Easter weekend on the horizon and I have no plans other than to garden (weather willing) and a bit of sewing too.
There is plenty of time
There is plenty of time
Why do I feel like the white rabbit looking desperately at his pocket watch. Am I Corporal Jones or Zaphod Beeblebrox or a curious mix of both......
Breathe, pause, there is plenty of time.
Take care and be kind
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