It always happens.
After about two weeks of summer, I hit my summer funk.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love love love being on holiday, but after two weeks of socialising, napping, creating madcap ideas and eating snacks, I tend to hit a bit of a wall. Late evenings, busy weekends, daytimes on your own…it gets a bit weird.
Hence, the summer funk.
Today, however, I got back on the horse.
I woke up early and actually ate breakfast.
I changed into clothes.
Not just sweatpants or PJs.
I tidied, and then instead of reading or watching another episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition (seriously, it’s like my crack!) or, heaven knows, flitting about online (worst timesuck EVER), I did some actually work, and sorted a few things for our travels next month and then, I headed out the door.
I posted some letters. I dropped off stuff to the charity shop. I grabbed a latte.
I headed into school and started to do the tidying and sorting I’d been putting off (the end of year is so tiring I need a couple of weeks off to just regroup!). Just a few hours a day, for a few weeks, and I know it will make the start of year SO much easier. Three hours of this left me mucky, but mn it felt good to get rid of so much stuff – more tomorrow, I think!
Then I did have plans to go for a nice, decent walk (I started a thing last week where I have to try to walk 5 miles a day…yesterday and Tuesday it didn’t happen), down to town to go to the giant Paperchase store and buy thank you cards (I have so many thank you cards to write!). However, this *beautiful* summer we’re having in London dissolved into showers, so I headed home to curl up with a book instead!
And home is where I am now. Writing this. Feeling much more funky than in a funk. Thank heavens.
Do you ever hibernate a little too much?