I’ve spent the last three days wallowing. And sweating! It’s been 40c in Sydney…
Back to the wallowing though – Covid aside, my living conditions have changed this year. Some days are ok and others have me desperate for a way out. I just can’t see one.
Today Ra shared books her friends have written, on Instagram, and wow I’ve had years of excuses not to be on that list. I decided 2021 has to be the year of the book. In my wallowing I thought of Ra’s story and I really need her to poke me with a stick and say get over yourself. 2021 has to also be the year I get out of here.
I opened the WordPress app, for the first time in a few weeks, to write this stick poke post only to find it’s my blogiversary!