In Limbo

It’s a Thursday afternoon and here I sit, in limbo. Having handed in my notice at work, it feels like I am just waiting for the end to start. And once that happens, perhaps I can begin anew.

I do feel better though, despite the nagging fear that there won’t be another job out there, or that I won’t be able to find the self-motivation to finish the projects that I am determined to make time for. In this limbo state, I can see more clearly that this is not a bad thing.

Change is important, and whether life after my old job turns out to be good, bad or even a complete surprise, I know that I would have regretted staying.

So, thank you to everyone who sent me messages or who I’ve chatted with since my last blog post . Thank you for your support, concern and advice – I appreciate your thoughts, both positive and negative (or sensible, as they’re also known ). It’s good to know you’re there.

And the countdown continues…

Self Help and The Seaside

I was chatting with my work-mates the other day about a self-help book that one of them was reading. One of the positive reinforcement exercise that she explained involved picturing yourself at a time or place where you feel completely relaxed, happy and stress-free.

This, combined with my recent trip to the Gower in south Wales with hubby, really put home a point for me:

The only place I feel really worry-free and at one with myself is at the coast.

Whether I’m scrambling over rocks at the bottom of cliffs in the freezing cold or  gently strolling along a sunny sandy beach doesn’t seem to matter – I can’t help but feel good; relaxed and alive.

So there we go: I’ve found my happy place – where’s yours?

The Morning Monster Speaks…

This is me in the morning - it is not possible for me to shine before 11am. (image from icanhazcheezburger.com)

Thank goodness for husband gently shaking me awake this morning. If he hadn’t, I swear I would still be in bed; dead to the world.

In fact, this is the case most mornings…

Every day is a blur from when I try valiantly to force my eyes to open at around 7.30 (ish – thank you snooze button), until the point where I’m sitting at my desk as the minute just ticks past 9…and even then there’s plenty of melodramatic yawning and eye-rubbing.

Somehow, I am always running late – usually because time magically disappears in the shower. One second I’m stepping in, and the next I’m looking at the clock 20 minutes later thinking ‘what the heck happened there? I really need to get out!’. Or I’ll get distracted by the radio – I’m nodding along to a tune on 6Music and then suddenly the realisation hits me that actually, the news has already been on, which means that it’s gone 8.30, which means I should be out the door already and I still need to brush my hair and clean my teeth…

At this early hour I am supremely jealous of (and grateful for!) my hubby, who seems able to leap out of bed, greet the day with a smile and even have time to make sandwiches for us both… how is that even possible? We went to bed at the same time; how is he not tired? How is he able to string coherent sentences together? And concentrate enough to put ham between slices of bread without cutting himself?

I suppose now is the time to issue an official apology for every morning that I have taken my sleepiness out on him in a grumpy way: I am very sorry, it’s not you – it is most definitely me. Cheerfulness doesn’t normally start to creep in until at least 11 ish.

But then you know that – you’ve lived with the monster that I am in the morning for a long time now, and still haven’t given up on at least getting a hug before work. Well done you.

Something for the Weekend: A Photo Round-up of Fun Times with my Camera

I like photography, but tend not to post too many pics up here as this blog is all about the music (man!). But it’s my blog, and I’ve decided that I’ll post a couple of my favourites from over the past couple of years… Mostly taken on jolly-holidays, this is a selection of snaps from New Zealand, Ireland and Kefalonia. Enjoy!