Funny old day. My VAT return was due in today and, as per usual, I’d left it to the very last minute so most of the day has been spent in a haze of book-keeping, hating doing book-keeping, kicking myself for not keeping on top of the book-keeping and vowing to get my lovely husband, WHO IS A BOOK-KEEPER to help me out with it on a regular basis, like we agreed he would. We’ve now decided on a way to make it work because we’re both pretty crap at getting round to doing stuff we don’t like doing, which is why it’s all been sat in a heap waiting for someone to deal with it.
I was supposed to be giving a talk tonight at Ignite Bristol but that’s not happening now. Bit of a breakdown in communication between me and the organisers (99.9% my fault), which meant that I realised at around 11am today that I had constructed something that was utterly unsuitable for their event. We agreed it was probably better if I pulled out, and maybe I’ll have another go at some point.
The combination of letting both myself and the Ignite Bristol people down allowed some of my gremlins to creep back in and I must admit to having been really quite Mimsy in the Borogroves today. I daresay the frenetic pace I’ve been going at of late hasn’t helped either, so when I saw this link on Facebook and watched it I ended up in a sobbing heap because it’s so lovely. See what you think:
And now it’s getting dark and little me is feeling really quite small, and yet determined that I’m not going to let my gremlins pull me off my course. Tomorrow I will feel different and I shall be up and at ’em again, blazing my way to success.
For tonight, I’m going to continue to be kind to myself and know that this, too, will pass.
Thanks for reading
With Love & Fairy Dust, Cathy