It was great to take a drive down to Devon to visit my sister and family, who have recently moved to the coast. The sea was rough and spectacular and we ate ice cream and laughed a lot in the sunshine. Sometimes just breaking up the routine a smidge is all that's needed and, coming home, I feel like I've been away for days on an actual holiday.
However, now it's raining. Boo!
My injured elbow is starting to heal. I felt quite scared for a while there. Not being able to do basic things like lifting a kettle and hoovering, and the dread that I might end up being able to do even less than I can with fibromyalgia. I started panic Googling for gardeners and cleaners - although I haven't completely ruled them out.
I dreamt last night that I was standing on a cliff edge and I forced myself over it. The feeling of falling and being utterly petrified, stomach in my mouth, morphed into euphoria - and then I woke up. I don't know what this means. I don't know if it was a sinister dream or a positive dream. My counselor always asks me what I felt in the dream. She hints the answers are in the feelings and emotions. The problem is, I never capture enough of those to be able to decide. I do know it's the first time I've made myself jump into the unknown in my dreams. I've always been held back before or held myself back. I take that as a positive sign.
Blogging is an amazing concept so here I am giving it a whirl. You'll get words. You'll get pics. Sometimes a vid or two. You'll get tongue in cheek, the odd humble opinion and an honest insight into my travels and writing life. Maybe even a few gems along the way. I'll be musing on home turf as I see more and more of the UK and sharing my experiences further afield on holidays and adventurous trips across the globe.