Zoiks, how on earth is it May already?! Although with the abysmal weather, you’d be forgiven for thinking it was still winter (I’m ready to crack the shorts out- Sunshine, take note). On a more sober note, how on earth have I neglected my poor wee blog so? It’s probably quite noticeable* that I’ve been rather hush-hush recently (erm, actually the entire year).
*to have noticed this, you’re likely one of maybe two or three regular readers, oh HAI there! (not you mum).
Well, I’m Sorry to disappoint, there’s no fancy story to explain this absence, I’ve just been pretty unwell. Not believing in over sharing (Ironic, I know, given I have this blog, which is public for the entire world to view) I won’t bore you with too many deets: In brief, many of you are probably aware that I suffer with Coeliac disease. Well, for the last 5 or so weeks something has been very shady with my digestion & gastro function. I’ve been unable to eat any food without a spectrum of nasty side effects- thus leaving me exhausted beyond belief both physically & mentally *understatement of the century*. I’m cream crackered. Added to that, the ‘effing joys of being a woman, & my reproductive system giving me the satirical middle finger. It’s like I’m THE LIFE & SOUL OF THE PARTY. I know.
I pride myself as being a positive soul, with a cheery outlook on life, so I’m refusing to let it bring me down & determined to smile. Learning to accept that perhaps I need to lighten my load a little & ‘Trust the timing of my life’, I won’t lie, has been quite an adjustment.
Honestly? It feels like torture for me, in the sense that I’ve so much I want to produce, to achieve, here on the blog & further afield. I want to say something profound, create content that resonates & moves people. But I’ve got nothing. Nadda. Diddley squat. Words evade me right now. A skill I take pride in, eludes me & words just aren’t there. Lack of food, energy & a complete absence of oomph have zapped my brain of all its creative juices.
Also? There’s this thing we call Life, the daily routine. In my case, diffusing & understanding toddler tantrums: arduous at the best of times. Gut-churning guilt? Relentless. Keeping a household functioning from underneath a gigantic pile of washing- that is never ending (makes a fantastic hiding place mind you). & Hours spent sifting through paperwork needed for our Australian visas. PH- EW.
I feel like I’m barely muddling through it all, then again, I guess it’s the same for everyone really, isn’t it? A juggling act we all perform daily. & None of us are without our own challenges- even if social media attempts to pull the wool over our eyes, with ‘edited’ pictures of daily life. *FYI* There’s nothing wrong with this per se, I’m totally guilty of posting styled pictures regularly. I use Instagram as a form of escapism & love seeing pretty pictures filling up my timelines (but I always remember what I’m viewing is through souped up, rose tinted glasses)
So yes, I don’t proclaim to have created any ‘must share’ content here, & I’m almost certain I haven’t enriched anyone’s life. I’ve probably just rambled on. A lot. Sorry about that. I just wanted to check in with y’all to explain a little about my absence & the thoughts running riot in my head.
On reflection, perhaps it’s irrelevant what health issues we’re faced with or life problems confronting us. Our battles are often not too dissimilar, I guess. & Ultimately, we are all trying to do our best, with what we have.
PS: I hope to come back on here more regularly & fill these pages with happy stuff very soon. In the mean time, please don’t forget me! Come & find me over on IG…..