My inner sceptic is totally suffocating my creativity this week. I feel like I'm getting nothing done. Other than the 4 tasks I managed to complete accidentally, I've not really invested much enthusiasm in Week 7 so far. It's not surprising given the amount of pressure I've found myself under this week, I have other priorities I've had to focus on; the fact I've even found time to blog is an achievement in itself.
Having said that, my flat is spotless for the first time in months. Nothing like a cleaning frenzy to de-stress!
I really hope I sleep tonight. I managed a wee bit last night, but it was broken with anxiety dreams. I have a performance of the play tomorrow night and want to be fresh for it. I've also got Auntie from Australia coming to visit this weekend — she'll be good for me. She might not have an instant fix for the problems I'm going through, but she always helps find sense in the chaos.
The house is filled with the scent of cranberries and spice tonight, a Yankee Candle gift that was bought for me a while ago. For some reason it's making me feel festive.