Over the past few weeks I have found myself itching to write.
I would set aside dates and times with the best of intentions, pencil them into my To Do Lists with a flourish, and then have them unceremoniously hijacked by other, more urgent and pressing matters.
And so here we are. Six months into the year and I have a barren landscape of a blog behind me, untended and wild. All that’s missing is literary tumbleweed.
It’s been a pretty busy year so far, actually. If I look behind me into that same barren wilderness of non-blogging, there are a few particularly notable bald patches where important events should be; I had my corneas reshaped, which is deserving of a whole blog post of its own. I went from needing glasses to even find my glasses (a pretty poor level of vision, I’m sure you’ll agree) to having perfect vision basically overnight. It’s been a substantial paradigm shift and I’m honestly still getting used to it. I’ve only just reached the point where I’ve stopped thinking I have to take my contacts out at the end of the day, although I do still sometimes self-consciously nudge my cheek in an attempt to push up glasses that are no longer there.
I was also busy planning a wedding with my newly sliced eyeballs… and the less said about that the better. Suffice to say that it involved a whole lot of communication with other people (which I try to avoid at the best of times). It was not my favourite thing ever but the stress levels have dropped dramatically since we managed to cut ties with our wedding planner* and finally Did The Thing!
We Did The Thing. We tied the proverbial knot and we did it over the course of three days and it went great and I wore a very expensive dress and it all fell together at the end and we looked hella fancy and it didn’t rain and everybody had fun and oh my God I was SHATTERED afterwards. I wasn’t built for three intensive days of socialising with people. I hadn’t trained!
Still. We made it. It is done. It is finished.
For a brief moment I felt the weekends stretch before me like fertile fields ready for a harvest of blog post after blog post (this metaphor is getting mighty unwieldy)-
And then my laptop broke.**
It’s peaks and troughs around here, I’m telling you…
If you’re curious and want to see photos then I can’t help you because my dress had no pockets and I didn’t have my phone on me, but my instagram page has one (and some tagged from other people which is niiiiiice)!
*I probably won’t get into that nightmare but I think it speaks volumes when you’re organising a wedding abroad and it turns out planning it yourself is less stressful than having to communicate with your wedding planner.
**It’s still under warranty so it has been whisked away for “priority” fixing, although this premium service doesn’t divulge details such as HOW LONG THAT MIGHT TAKE, so I can’t say I feel very prioritised right now. Cross your fingers it makes its way back to me very soon – I can’t type on this thing at all and I have a lot to say!