At times like this a lot of me questions the wisdom of deciding to write a daily diary. I’m just back from drinks with my ex colleagues at the company I’m temping at for this month. I don’t drink much nowadays (in my old age, ha!) and even though I only drank less than two glasses of wine over the night, I feel slower, and moodier than usual. Everything seems to have a little dark edge that comes out as soon as my thoughts dwell on anything I find difficult. I’m fully aware that it’s just something my brain is doing at the moment that is colouring the way I see things, yet it’s difficult to step out of.
The day started brilliantly. Yoga (I got to do the discipline practice session that I missed yesterday), breakfast and an incredibly luxurious hour walking, skipping and working out in the sun, a little bit of bouldering, a little mini exploration of an underground tunnel and finally a refreshing sea swim. I woke up with a stiff neck and I could literally feel my muscles release as I exercised. I relaxed, got some much needed vitamin sun and sea and felt like an entirely new person by the time I was showered and sitting down to work. I must admit I actually felt guilty going out in the morning. It took me months to get over the mindset that I should be in an office, working for all of the day and as soon as the opportunity crops up, my mind never fails to attempt going back to that. It still seems to be the fall-back mindset.