Normality has returned to the Wilson household (well,
as normal as you can get with three teenagers under one roof!)
We all shuffled back to school, college and work this
week with as much enthusiasm as a wet mop.
I’m not surprised about the kids – that comes with the territory, but I’m
a different story. I love my job very
much and yet I returned with a melancholy aura.
My evenings aren’t much better. At the end of
last year, I would finish work to do my household chores. I’d feed the kids, clean the fish and then
settle down in front of my laptop to bash out a chapter or two and tackle an
article or blog post.
Instead, I find myself staring at the wall with a
bewildered expression plastered to my face.
It’s not writers block. I know
this because my head is crammed full of story and blog post ideas that scream at me with every waking moment
(thank goodness for post-it notes!).
It finally hit me at 2am the other morning as I tossed
and turned in bed and eventually turned the light
on to empty my thoughts onto paper. I’ve
been so busy organising my blog content to help motivate my readers that I
forgot all about setting my goals!
I feel like a balloon let loose in the sky and is
floating aimlessly. That perfect quote, ‘a dream without a plan is just a wish’
is on repeat in my brain.