I am feeling a tiny bit better. Not hugely so – I still want to hole up at home, with my knitting, and the internet, and the tv
and lots and lots of chocolate and carbs, but I did manage to make myself go to the gym on Tuesday – sadly the fitness suite was shut, so I turned round and came home again – but at least I tried. And not only did I go to feltmaking group yesterday, but I didn’t have that inner battle where I want to find a reason not to go, and have to force myself to go anyway. I didn’t exactly look forward to it, but I didn’t dread it either, and that is a positive step, I believe.
Choir was also better this week – partly because we didn’t do so much of the Barber, which I hate, and partly because I didn’t feel as if I was floundering in a sea of unreachable, unknowable notes that I should know. It is the choir AGM next week, so no singing – but I will be sitting firmly on my hands so as not to volunteer to become the secretary (the lady who was secretary last year has left the choir) – or anything else on the committee, for that matter. I know that if I join the committee again, I will just get very stressed about whatever responsibilities I take on, and that will not be good for me.
On a positive note, my knitting is coming on well. I am knitting a waterfall cardigan, in cerise pink yarn with sequins on it – which will go over my maxi dress for the nursing reunion dinner in October. If I carry on as I am doing, I may even get it finished before the end of the month – that would be a real achievement!
I am going to be organised this morning. I’m going to drag myself away from the computer, and make the bolognese for tonight’s supper – then I can spend the afternoon watching tv and knitting, with a clear conscience.