Oops, that’s actually a pig in a teacup. Nevertheless, a storm in a teacup is what this past week felt like. Sometimes I wish I could be nonchalent and care-free, but it’s just in my nature to fret. Before Monday, I psyched myself up hugely, worrying that I would have to be on-site at a client for the whole day, and then have to go to a late meeting almost right afterwards. My sister and co rocking up on Sunday night (without more than a quick warning en route as they arrived in the city) to stay with me. My Kindle was also due to arrive last week, and I just knew it would get here on the one day when I would be away from home until way after 5pm.
When Monday arrived, and I managed to get my Sister et al up on time and get them to drop me at clients. When I got there, I realised that I wasn’t expected to stay all day, and could work at home. I had a lovely walk down Long Street in the sunshine, and when I got back and started working, I checked my Amazon order to see that there was a delivery attempt while I had been gone. A quick call to the marvelous DHL people sorted everything out, and they came back in the early afternoon with my precious gadget (more on this when I have time!). Then, my other client emailed to move meeting to Tuesday eve instead. I was able to finish up work in time to go to my sister’s art show, in conjuction with Murg, which was at LB’s on Long Street.
So with all that fuss, and all my worry and stress, the day turned out way better than Monday’s usually go. Instead of relaxing though, the rest of the week followed suit. I had so many lucky breaks, and yet still that tummy churning, jaw aching tension would not go away.
It doesn’t help that I am working like a maniac. Six day weeks are slowly turning into six and a half day weeks, and while the end is in sight, there have been too many 12+ hour days these past two months. Being tired makes me feel stressed, fretful and filled with impending doom. Shopping helps to some degree (especially getting fabulous new perfume last weekend, and a free CK tog bag too!) and so does pink bubbly, and stinky cheeses, and my Kindle (when I get time to read the damn thing).
Most of all however, what has really kept me going through these dark days has been my awesome friends. From one of my dearest besties bringing me wine and other supplies when I am too chaotic and run down to do a shop mission, to my guy friends who make me laugh, and all the lovely people on Twitter who have cheered me up immensely. Seeing my sister for a bit was also a godsend, and of course my awesome mom who always knows what to say.
Having such a great support network makes me feel like I can survive any storm, whether it’s a real one or just the one raging in my head, hehe.
She said whaaat?