I didn’t quite know how to summarise all the feelings of this week, so I concluded as they’re all leading to one event, that’s probably got to be my word of the week.
I seem to be in London a lot more with work at the moment, I am fortunate to be able to have a little control over my diary which means I factor in school holidays and my parents being away (and less support for the hubby), but the downside is that it all then builds up. So this week and next I have three days in London, and given I work four days it’s definitely a bit of imbalance.
I returned from London this week, feeling like pants, the virus the children have had has caught up with me, and all I’ve got in my mind is, “I have to be better for Friday”.
And the friend who I’m really looking forward to seeing mentioned there was a possibility she wouldn’t be able to make it, and I got a little anxious, but it’s all ok, she’ll be there (phew!).
And yesterday, I spent the day catching up on my return from London, preparing to go back, and making sure everyone would be ok as I won’t see them until they wake on Sunday morning.
But I am so excited.
I really appreciate the social part of blogger conferences, but I want to learn again, I want to get to grips with what I’m doing with my lovely space on the internet, yes, I’ve managed to meet amazing people, and some of those lovely people I can call friends, they look out for me when I least expect but need it most, and yes, I’ve got a fantastic place for my children and I to look back at and reminisce fondly.
But more and more, I’m getting the chance to be me again, and I am so hoping Saturday gives me the chance to realise how I can make that happen.
So, yes, this is my word of the week: