My happy place has always been the beach. I learned this as a teenager and I’ve been dreaming of getting down to the beach, but I don’t have a car at the moment and with public transport it would be an hour and forty minute trip down, so I’ve been missing out. I’ve been craving it really. It might have been because I’ve self diagnosed myself with a possible muscle tear from Body Attack and put myself on rest. Uneasy rest mind you, but I’m trying to listen to my body. I’m trying really hard to slow down. I rely on my legs, a lot, and the possible tear is in the bottom muscle of my leg, I haven’t gone off to the docs because I’m kind of terrified of what they will say. So I’ve taken the time to heal myself.
In doing this I’ve thrown myself into writing. As you know at the start of the week I managed to work through some of my resistance and get back on track. I was all set to continue with this yesterday until my trusty laptop shut down on me and what I thought was a fully taken of juice. It proves that my charger decided to take a nice little break and decide to chew through itself and just die. After some frantic screaming and calling my mother before yelling at my brother, I calmed down and decided to clean. You see my best friend is landing in 20 minutes and I needed to clean house. So it was a nice little break I pulled out my dinosaur of a laptop (windows is so hard to get used to) and sat down and started to write some posts for my site. I managed to get a few in and it’s made me realise that even though my novel is important to me (and I will get back to that on Sunday, hopefully) but it’s also important to get out there and do things that challenge my creativity, which involves things like blog posts, and relax, which is what I use my rp posts for.
Come April I’m going to try my very first Camp Nano. I’m going to see if I can get draft numero dos done so I can send it out for feedback before the third rewrite. It will be publishable by the end of the year. Mark my words!
One thing before I go, with listening to my body, I got some great news, some of my measurements have gone done more! And according to the gym I’ve lost 7kg (although it has been more. My weight fluctuates so much) everything is shrinking and I’m feeling great about it, not because of how much I’m losing, but because of the way. I’m enjoying that I can get through most of a Body Attack class and not die. It means that now I can push myself to get there further. It also means that my intervals on the treadmill have gotten harder and faster, a feat I really enjoy. I’m going to start trying to push myself to go for runs. My biggest issue is that I’m really shy when it comes to running on main roads, so my plan is to check out all of the backstreets and gage how well and safe they are and go for it there.
What I want to know from you, my fellow dreamers, if where is your happy place and what does it remind you of? And don’t forget Sharing Sunday is right around the corner.