I’ve been on a bit of an emotional roller-coaster ride these past few days and feeling particularly anxious. Why? I have this new job which requires me to travel about 800 miles per week in the car at the moment. It was supposed to be a short term plan but management haven’t been making the right kind of noises to suggest this might change anytime soon.
Anyway, as a result it means being away from home from Sunday to Wednesday and I’m really not enjoying the whole process so I’m beginning to explore the idea of going self-employed. But we shall see.
I attempted vlogging my feelings but I just came across as so flat and fed up that I decided not to share it with the world. I was a big ball of weeping anxiety from Wednesday to Saturday morning.
On Saturday we had arranged to meet up with friends for dinner. I got dressed up and felt like a big fat blob but persevered. And I had such a great night! It was relatively short and sweet but it was so nice to get out, go into Edinburgh and see more than the four walls I’ve been embracing since Wednesday evening.
It’s so easy to get stuck in a rut with the same thoughts running over and over. And yes, the problems will still be there when you get home, but it’s so nice to have that mental break and forget about it all.