What time is it? It’s time to write another blog post and I don’t need a clock to tell me that. It’s way, way past hours and minutes since I last posted here.
In fact, it’s a staggering 654 days, so a mere puff on a dandelion is enough to tell me it’s time. Fortunately, it’s so long ago, I don’t even have to try to fill in the gaps. I wholeheartedly recommend leaving a near 2-year gap to any recovering perfectionist.
My apologies if you missed me. My apologies if you were thinking ‘oh no, I thought I’d got rid of her..’
My apologies again going forward if I don’t spend hours making sure I respond to every comment with anything more than a kiss in the ether. I do read every one but I’m also busy with a few other things I have to prioritise.
Up there is still writing the book. My back is much better but I still manage my time sitting at a computer very carefully.
We’ve relocated to Warwickshire and I’m enjoying being in walking distance of a coffee shop and not too much further from good friends, old and new. It’s friendly around here and on a whim, I declared early on that it was the “Year of Saying Yes” to meet as many new people as possible.
So far that means I’ve taken up public speaking, including speaking about my cancer recovery. I’m working with a hospital in London on a support programme for cancer patients and I’ve also agreed to read some of my work at a couple of literary events. I’ve said yes to acupuncture for a frozen shoulder and yes to Veganuary, yes to No Sugar February. I’ve sort of failed on both of those but it’s always good to shake things up a bit, get your mind moving. I’m loving it.
So what time is it really? It’s time to ask if anyone can help me say yes to Zumba without actually having to go?!