So, I had a great plan. A plan to make a plan.
And then I had a fabulous summer and all planning went out the window.
Which really, is how it should have been.
What surprised me though is that I wrote a lot.
The blog became a journal again. And, that was good. I did, after all, start this blog as a journal of our lives and it had drifted. In lots of good ways, but the journaling aspect had taken a back seat.
I wasn’t very comfortable with that.
So, over the summer, I published almost as much as I normally would, but most of those posts were about our wonderful vacation.
Recording our days out, our activities. The enjoyment we had ticking things off our bucket list.
I now have five hours, a whole five hours, four days a week to write. And cook, clean, shop, do laundry… but still!
I’m slowly getting used to the idea. It feels very odd, and if I’m honest, I do feel a bit lost.
But, now I can plan. All those ideas that have been swirling? I can actually start to work through them.
I’ve tidied my desk, put up a white board. I’m gathering my supplies.
As I said in my, wildly optimistic, post at the start of the summer; if I am to have any balance in my life, I need to get organised; I need to be organised.
And it starts now.