I have been feeling strained lately and it was hard to determine exactly why until I realised that it is merely a combination of having one of the most busy years of my life so far, both personally and professionally, along with the least amount of rest I’ve had during a full year before. I booked this week off work back in February, as I usually do for my birthday and little did I realise at the time that this would be my first time away from work longer than 2 days; the little things we forget! I think I might actually be becoming a workaholic whatever one of those is; mmmm workahol… well maybe not that bad but it’s been having some major effects on my well-being; manifesting themselves as emotional fluctuations, a number of faux breakdowns and some of the most vivid dreams relaying my fears and aspirations like I’ve never experienced before. I so need this rest…
This week anyway I hope to potter about the place, sort the house out a bit more and do some reading to just let my neurons reset back into their pre-defined patterns around my brain. I may even manage to paint those canvasses that I’ve been waiting to do for so long. Thursday brings the national event of the year marking the 23rd complete year since my birth.
Yesterday I avoided almost certain vegetation by leaving the house and visiting various family members solving computer issues along the way and being rewarded with various pieces of furniture, curtains for my living room and some random edibles courtesy of Nan. 
In the evening I collected Carolynne from work and we went to the Christmas market in St Peters Square before heading along to the Tiger Lounge for a swift one before home, generally a nice evening despite a 2-hour long arguement over where dinner was coming from. Why don’t Chinese take-aways ever deliver??
