A week of being thirty
This has been a week of far too much food, cake, alcohol and not enough sleep.
It's been a week of family and friends; of travelling up and down the country; meeting new people; celebrating other people's birthdays and having to defend my age. (No one believes it, but it's true.)
It's been a week of amazing presents, love and trying to work out if we do cuddles.
It's been a week of mixing alcohol; champagne, rose, white wine, fuzzy sharks, cider, beer, cocktails and vodka.
It's been a week that has literally drained all the life from me, so much so that I can barely stay awake after 4pm.
It has also been the week in which I finally took in a whole day at
London's Film Four Fright Fest, with 5 horror/fantasy/gore/hilarious
films.(Which was incerdible!)
And most embarrassingly it's been a week with very little productive writing. Ooops.
It's the curse of the thirties and I sure as hell hope it doesn't continue.
But now it's September I feel cleansed of all possible birthday related shenanigans and it's time for the old back to school/work/music class nonsense and hopefully back to some semblance of thoughts and ideas, some control of the mind, which I have been sadly lacking for quite some time.
September is also a month where A will be travelling like a crazy person, leaving me alone at least 2 nights a week for the next three weeks. This could be the best thing ever or the worst depending on what my brain happens to be doing at the time.
It is a month where I have two weddings to attend, one of which is out of the country and one of which I am bridesmaid at (my third time this year, sixth in total). I have a joint 30th to attend up in Newcastle and about 15 birthdays on the calendar.
It is also the month where my actual paid work is increasing three fold, leaving me way less time to write which means I'll have to be ridiculously structured and disciplined. (I won't be using the past few weeks as an example of this.)
It might mean that I have a particular blog day, to force myself into a decent routine. Though as I have often said, you can't always produce a rant on request. They have a habit of railroading you when your head is already bursting with thoughts and ideas and somehow that particular thing that has ticked you off can squirm and traverse in between everything else to find itself at the forefront of your mind, desperate to be written.
Basically, if I can make it to the end of this month with my sanity in tact it will be an achievement. But it's definitely touch and go.
At least the sun is still shining. I have to say I've gotten used to the warmth and not needing a coat and all that. Long may it continue, though I do love autumn. It's my favourite season.
I hope not everyone is going to have a stressful September and that the two lovely couples getting married have not only great weather but a fantastic day. I also hope all the kids and teachers going back to school have forgotten how to write like we used to after summer holidays. I'm sure they probably have as they are all joined to Ipads and computers now, with no use for the archaic pen and paper.
Anyhoo, whatever you're up to, salutations for September and I'll keep updating the sanity meter to keep you posted.