Wish You Were Here

Sunday 29 th March 2020 To those who are no longer with me, It’s a Sunday and today I was up at 8am, washed and dress by 9:30am and by 10:30am I had finished putting on my makeup. For what reason? I hear you ask; we are in lock-down after all. The reason being; to save my sanity. As someone who doesn’t do well with being alone at the best of times, living through this lock-down in solitude it mind numbing, so in order to preserve my sanity I have decided that every day at 11am I am going to exercise my lock-down right to daily exercise and talk a walk. Weekdays, just a quick one around the block, every day a different direction. I don’t want to do the same walk every day else I’ll get bored and give up and apparently walking is better for you that running, and after my walk just now, I assure that these legs will not be running anytime soon. To some, my walk of 1.12 miles in 27 minutes may not seem a lot, and may be quite minuscule, but to someone who ...

 Sunday 15 th March 2020 To those who are no longer with me, To say that 2020 hasn’t hit me like a brick house would be a lie. Back in January I spoke about how this year was going to be all about loving myself and learning new things, and that I would definitely stick to my New Year’s Resolution… The drinking of more water lasted about a month. I’m still trying but I’m not having as much success as I was. In fact, I’m pretty sure that all of my resolutions remain untouched bar one. I sent my book of Poetry into a publisher and should hear either a yes or a no by the end of April. In regards to this blog, I am sorry it’s been so long since I have been here, it has been so long since I have written anything that wasn’t remotely Law related.   Like I said, so far, this year has knocked me sideways. I am struggling more now than I think I have since 2014 and I was in a really, really bad place back then. My attendance at University has dropped dramatically and I’m ...

12 th January 2020 To those who are no longer with me, January. To some it is just that. The first month, the start to a new year. To me, it is the month that likes to try and see me fail. The first week of January is just filled with me saying ‘What day is it?’ on repeat. The second week of January is fill with me procrastinating the work that I should have done over the Christmas break. This year, January is begging to see me fail by way of the fact that I have three deadlines in three weeks, extremely poor planning on the part of my University. Right now, as I sit on my bed having just eaten my breakfast, well brunch, I’m writing this with a game open on my phone, acting as if I don’t have a three-thousand word essay due in on Wednesday, or a two-thousand five-hundred word essay due in the Wednesday after, or that I have a week’s worth of seminar prep to do. This January will not see me fail. The fact that University starts once again tomorrow, and as much as I am dre...