Sometimes I wonder where the time goes. Really I do. The past few weeks have been seriously overloaded and I’m feeling completely knackered by all of it. There was a play performed – a very good play which garnered much praise but which took up an inordinate amount of time and energy. There have been deadlines, oh so very many of them for photoshoots, copy and advertorials. There has been work. Enough said on that subject and then there has been life in general. The house is minging, cooking has been at best sporadic and let’s not discuss laundry or lack of it!
It seems to me that the more you try to cut back and chill out, the more things suddenly appear to fill your carefully crafted gap. And there is also the accompanying guilt which follows on from the realisation that you have achieved none of the ‘ordinary’ things that should have been done. There is the letter that should have been replied to two months ago, birthdays remembered a day late, a garden that badly needs sorting out for the winter, a spare room that could do with a good clear out, friends that have been neglected, book club books to be read, brothers to phone, children to see, Christmas presents to think about…….
And so this morning, I am refusing to achieve anything beyond writing this and making some soup (from things which have been lurking at the bottom of the fridge since God knows when) for lunch. I may read a magazine. I may not. I don’t plan to send an e mail or make a phone call, put the washing machine on or fret about the ironing. Doubtless the guilt will kick back in tomorrow and the day will be spent frantically catching up, but for now soup is all there is. And all there needs to be.