So… it’s all happening here.

I returned from the ProBlogger Training Event in Melbourne yesterday, having spent a fabulous weekend networking and soaking up others’ experience and expertise. I will be writing posts ON the sessions but need to find the headspace to process them first.

Sadly, although I departed Melbourne fit and healthy – if somewhat tired – I didn’t leave the 2hr flight the same way. Once on the plane I shivered and coughed and my nose ran: some immediate reaction to being exposed to the germs of my fellow passengers or something. Well that, plus I was in some airstream that I couldn’t escape.

But, like I said, ‘It’s all happening here.’

The sale on my place has gone unconditional, so I have to move in just over a week. The agent of a place I like in my future hometown has asked me to put an offer in although the current owner may (or may not) be inclined to sell at the moment; so I’m making a fleeting trip (3.5hrs) north tomorrow to look at that and make a decision. While there I’m hoping to look at my back-up plan (a rental property in the same complex). Then I need to keep my fingers crossed that the owner of the place I want to buy will accept my offer; and if he doesn’t, the rental property will still be available after he’s made his decision.

It makes packing a bit more challenging, because if I’m renting a lot of my things will go into storage for some time as the apartment in question is furnished. Heading north via my mother’s tomorrow means I can take a heap of stuff up with me that I don’t want the removalists to pack and that I might need over coming months.

I started that painful job of packing yesterday. Albeit slowly.

Because I had a mini-meltdown last week and have been away, I haven’t exercised for an entire week. (Unheard of for me over recent times. I mean, I’m hardly out there doing cross-fitty stuff, climbing mountains or marathoning, but I have pretty much kept to my 4-5 days of exercise-in-some-form each week.)

I was determined (and excited) to be able to attend what might be my last faux Zumba class with my fave instructor today. But… I can barely breathe and swallow, so it doesn’t seem likely.

As I’ll be travelling and packing over coming days I’m not too sure how my exercise will go over the next week. I might not make it into my old workplace gym but I will try to get a walk or two in – though the ability to breathe may be a prerequisite. Plus my head hurts when I cough, which results in me trying to swear but as I can’t speak properly I start coughing again. A whole ugly (and somewhat phlegmy) cycle ensues.

I know I usually panic about whether I’m making excuses to avoid exercise or have a genuine excuse, but I’m going to try to push away those negative thoughts and just take care of ‘me’ over the coming week. I know that moving house is ‘up there’ on the stress level barometer, so I will be gentle with myself – push through this cold or flu; decide aye or nay on purchasing my ‘next’ home-t0-be; pack up my apartment and life here; and move on.

My mother suggested I forget about my writing and blogging over next week or two. WTF?! It occurs to me that writing is way more important to me than exercise, though I realise having a healthy body and getting those endorphins pumping helps exercise my mind. But… if time is limited, I certainly know what nourishes me: reading and writing. (And no, not ‘rithmetic’!)

I have my plans for the next phase of my life and have even started thinking more about the opportunities I have to reinvent myself – in a positive way.

So… this was meant to be a ‘holding post’: explaining that I’m busy and unwell and that I’ll be back on board with my regular posting on Wednesday. But as usual I’ve gone with my ‘Why use 10 words when you can use 100,’ approach.

Wish me luck!