A little bit. Not really. I mean, I can cope with being busy, I love it! I like to think I thrive off it, but I think my happiness thrives on it, less so my success... It must be the mess and living out of suitcases again, although I try to convince myself I love that kind of life, I think I would if I had less stuff to lug around with me.
Now I have to find the time to do this. And to redecorate my bedroom at my parents' house. It's not that I'm not enjoying life right now, I am, there just always seems to be something more I want to do. I've struggled updating here over summer while doing work experience, but I was also planning other projects I want to start soon, but can I even cope?! I feel I should be able to, there's that saying 'we have the same number of hours in a day as Beyonce' which actually makes me feel like poop not inspired...
I can't wait to get back into a routine, I'm good at routine, which makes me sound boring, but being in a routine helps me be more spontaneous, does that make sense? As long as I'm on top of everything, I have the time and brain juice to be spontaneous, if I'm all frazzled then nope. Just nope.
I have so many ideas and things I want to do including making things with clay, writing a novel, starting (another) new blog, travelling, and climbing Mount Kilimanjaro. That's just a few recent ones that I can't get out of my head. I am genuinely going to start making things with clay though, I don't think I always have the patience for adult colouring books, clay is more... hands on.
And now I'm running out of steam for this blog post and all the other ideas I have and I just want to sit outside with a cuppa (or fizzy wine... or a G&T, or maybe a Cosmopolitan *shrugs*) and not even instagram it.