Diaries of a big little engine that is trying. Also featuring wave metaphors.

So... Last week. My first week at The Birdhouse, I was actually in Knysna on a huge buzz and writing for Getaway. Awesome, right? I also write for Ackermans and I'd just been published by NoMU with my first recipe / food styling project. Exciting. This is also the same week that I drank a lot of wine (obligatory - for reporting purposes of course), jumped off the highest bridge bungee in the WORLD, touched elephants, fell off a crazy treetop obstacle course, dined in fine restaurants, attended events and went out in to wild, rapid, stormy seas. In the rain, on a rather small boat and very experienced captain. I missed the sh*t out of my kids and got to meet several amazing people and online crushes, but most importantly I got to meet Keri and she is awesome. I did all of this with love, passion and stage 9 bronchitis. I had a little cough that got more aggressive as we traveled, but it really was nothing serious except maybe to Keri who was subjected to my occasional spatters. Sorry chick. 

So last week I was all ready for action, but not really. I felt like I had what I can only describe as PND (post natal depression) just from all the highs. Resigning at work, building websites, a CI, pitches, new clients, opportunities, the blog, the writing, briefs, the trip... The boys were on school holidays and all I really wanted was to see them. And lay in bed for two whole days and just drink water and cough and sleep. My stupid toothache came back (I KILL YOU) which is my own fault as I'm too scared to go to the dentist (but totally fine with jumping off a 216m bridge) so I've been feeling very sorry for myself. I have reached moments with this toothache where I wanted to run in to a wall at full force just to try make myself pass out. I promise I'll go to the dentist as sooooon as I finish this millionth course of anitbiotics. For a lot of last week I was pretty drugged and eating myprodols like smarties, which I don't recommend. 

Graeme has been the sweetest husband, especially over the weekends. He brings me breakfast in bed, lets me sleep in, cooks dinner, tidies up and leaves me to nap in the afternoons. Really, he has been such a gem. Today he invited me to lunch, which was very weird but sweet. I do get uncomfortable when people are too nice to me. 

This morning I woke up feeling normal and energized for the first time in weeks. I've been getting a lot done and really enjoying it, but I hadn't felt the energy yet. I rend to ride with waves of excitement and opportunity and when it's not there, I sort of just stand aside and wait for the next wave to come. I get a bit sad and bored if there isn't something awesome going on. Have you seen the size of this thing that just arrived? Are you even actually ready? THIS IS THE BEST METAPHOR EVER.

Do a barrel roll.