Diary Post 26: The Struggle Is Real

Have you ever felt like your flag is flying at half-mast? I swear that has been me for the past few months. True, I have and have had a lot going on but who doesn’t? I wake okay (late); once I have my coffee I’m good for a couple of hours. Then comes 1 pm. You see that dog in the picture? throw some long black hair on her and that’s pretty much me for the rest of the day. Don’t get me wrong, give me a remote and a comfy couch and I’m in heaven. Lazing around is one of my favourite pastimes. However, when you have a life and a busy one at that, chilaxin‘ all the time is a big no no. Actually, it’s not chilaxin‘ because all I do is worry about all the things I am not doing or not doing well enough. Never mind other people’s standards; I like to be fabulous at whatever I do.

In my efforts to ‘pull myself together’, I had a long talk with my maker. One of the things I wanted to revive was my diary posts. Writing is something I love to do but I’m always too tired or I can’t concentrate or  I’ll use the most common phrase used by all my fellow procrastinators – ‘I’ll do it just now’.

I had a slight improvement this week, nothing to talk about because I still have a lot of outstanding work. It is Friday night as I write (I’ll most likely edit this tomorrow). I’ve done my laundry, tidied my house and now, I’m writing my diary post which I’ll be posting every Saturday. Not bad. I’ve also been reading a hilarious book, The Duppy by Anthony C. Winkler. I literally laugh as I read. My mission is to finish it on Saturday while I’m under the dryer. Maybe I’ll pick it up tonight again if my eyes stay open past 10 pm. Slowly but surely I’ll be the ole Vanessa again. It will take some repetition and scheduling but a girl’s gotta to do what a girl’s gotta do.