I’m in a bit of a slump. The weather has changed in the UK from being the most amazing, hot, continuously incredible weather to the more usual unsettled, cloudy, sometimes warm, sometimes tipping with rain summer weather that we are more familiar with here. With the change in the weather, comes a shift in my mood from outward looking to more inward, closed and frustrated.
I’m trying not to let the need for layers and wellies every day get me down. I really am. I’m still heading out, finding new places to visit, even if it’s pouring down but somehow it feels like everything is just that little bit harder. By the way, if anyone knows of anywhere to get great juices or smoothies in North Dorset, please let me know, I really want to find a place.
So, today’s moment of frustration was directed at my growing collection of plants. Poor things. Most of them are the easiest plants to care for on the planet but recently I have been feeling the weight of responsibility towards them. Especially since despite my careful attentions, my misting and watering schedule, my Kentia Palm is still looking a bit brown and crispy! The plant I’m loving the most right now (although I must be careful not to show obvious favouritism) is my massive Sansevieria. He’s a beast and always looks happy, no matter what attention, or lack of, he receives!
See what I mean? Brown and crispy. A bit like our lawn a few days ago 😦
After I have finished writing, I will take all of these little fellows above, downstairs and give them a water and maybe even a listen to the radio. Hopefully that will absolve my guilt over pretty much abandoning them for the last few weeks.
My mind has been firmly elsewhere for months. I started a new job, which needed (and still needs) a lot of focus. I also have had lots of new plans and thoughts. Last night, I couldn’t sleep for all of the exciting thoughts whizzing around my head. These little sparks of ideas are especially consuming because I am in conflict with them. My creative self (which takes at least half of my physical self) is all ready to go ahead. My anxious self (quite definitely the other half) keeps holding back.
As always, you’ll be the first to know when (and if) I take the jump.