I am falling asleep as I write this. It is just past midnight on Monday morning and I an curled up in my bed ready to go to dreamland and bring an end to a very anxiety filled weekend.
I have a couple of appointments and deadlines coming up this week that I’ve been busy preparing for.
I also have to go somewhere new this week and that is always worry because I don’t know how easy it will be for me to navigate the public transport.
Even though I’ve already started working on the appropriate tasks and have almost completed most of them, there is always this nagging thought that I’m not good enough. That I’m not doing enough.
Some short story competitions close this week and most of ny submissions are ready, save for a few minor changes, but I’m not sure I can bring myself to send them off.
I have an appointment with my physio that I’m dreading because I’m feeling tight in my legs.
I have a busy week. I don’t know how it will go. I’m anxious. Sometimes I get so anxious it’s hard to focus on making sure I do the things that are making me anxious to the best of my ability.
This is making my head spin. I’ll deal with all this later. Now is for sleep.