Well … I was going to write something witty today but my wits have been buried under several inches of snow, along with a large portion of my sanity, not to mention my anti-chocolate armour (a bar of chocolate is a bar of chocolate, right, no matter how big it is? Right? …)
Where was I?
I no longer like the snow.
Today, I was meant to have an assessment for counselling. Believe me when I say this was a Big Deal. It took a long time to come round to the idea that some sort of professional support was required. Then a bit longer to ring up and make the appointment. Thankfully, it was only a week but a week is a long time when something is looming.
But the appointment gave me something to aim for, a structure. 2pm Wednesday, Wednesday at two o’clock, a mantra, a rhythm, a heart beat.
And then it snowed and all appointments were cancelled.
I have to ring tomorrow to book a new appointment – that is, if they are open.
That’s the problem with pinning your hopes on something, you never know when the goal posts will be moved.
So it’s been a bit of a miserable afternoon for me. All that adrenalin had to go somewhere and it came out as a lot of rather negative bullshit, though, of course, at the time what’s real is what feels real.
A blip, a dip, a bloody great crater.
Use what metaphor you will, I fell good and proper.
But I’m back on my feet now, after several cups of tea and a couple of rounds of toast and honey.
This will not become a moan and groan blog, I will not allow it.
So here’s something to make you all giggle.
I’m currently staying with my friend H and her two kids, L and A.
H and A built a snowman this afternoon (L being far too aloof to engage in such activities with his mum and little sister!).
Spot the difference…
Edit: on re-reading, it occurs to me that I failed to mention the real reason I got back on my feet (well, on my arse on the sofa) – support from friends. Never underestimate the power of a phone call or a hug. Invaluable.