My spell in the cupboard under the stairs today was good. The hoover suggested that I needed some quiet time. Not just an hour with him, but a proper retreat.
So I’ll be out of touch for a while to meditate and listen for any advice that is forthcoming about my future, about which I am a little concerned. It is nearly six months since my bike accident and the damage is still all too evident. I have to make plans for what I can do if I continue to be this unable.
The continual emotional noise of social media isn’t helping although I adore my friends whose humour makes me laugh a lot. I’m not leaving, I’m just taking time to breathe and maybe see my way forward a little more clearly.