A month ago I’d written about the aphorism of a well meaning stranger - that ‘April showers bring May flowers’. While I sit writing this, it feels almost like a joke in a way, how a universe must be laughing at such a blasé, naive statement.
It’s been a bit of a hard month. Every ‘extra’ condition I have has flared its ugly head this month, the ugly by-product of a stress response. I am tired of worrying, tired of lacking integrity in my profession - and I dream of going travelling, just as a temporary escape for the time being. Almost every project I have worked on has had to be scrapped, edited, junked or begun again; resilience is not a given despite the implied expectation of emotional labour. I miss my colleagues.
Anxiety with its talons wrapped around my brain makes me want to throw my laptop and mobile out of the window every 6 seconds. Yep. Masking is something I have written about before.
For June, we’re setting this as something of a mantra; I spotted this while at lunch with a contact recently:
See you in June!
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