Life has been a bit up and down lately. Long story and nothing much I can really talk about. Last week was a bit of a challenge with some work stuff but also my mum had (minor) surgery and I travelled away to take her and moved out of my comfort zone multiple times over just a few days. It’s something that’s happened over the last few weeks in fact.

You know that feeling when you drop (and shatter) your work phone and think ‘NOTHING MORE CAN GO WRONG’ and as the youngsters say, ‘nek minute…’

I arrived back home yesterday and wasting spending time on social media, including the less-of-social-media-evils, LinkedIn and a contact shared this article.

You are not okay and tomorrow will come by Emily Kingsley

The author works at a high school and opens the article by commenting on the fact her wall clock had not worked for days. I could soooo relate to the apathy about doing something very minor. I’ve written about it before. I no longer get much ‘mail’ so my broken windows mostly take the form of unpacked bags from overnighters with my mother or (ahem) the piles of books and stuff on the floor of my study*.

Anyhoo, Emily tells us she eventually changed her clock battery. She later uses the example as some ‘life advice’ for her students… things are not okay AND I can change a clock battery. It’s interesting she uses AND rather than BUT. Although upon pondering (and yes, naturally I have) I realise it’s not an either/or, rather a reminder it can be ‘both’.

I’d spent much of my 3-4hr drive home with my mother debriefing about stuff. Worried about my options that felt very limited. Yet there was a glimmer of hope. Of optimism. So yes…

Things are not okay AND tomorrow will still come.

* I tidied my desk for a new screen recently so moved all of the junk off my desk with plans to then tidy it away. Several piles of books, notebooks, cords, pens and the like have resided on my floor for so long they’re likely citizens!

PS. I feel obliged to note here that my problems feel very much like the proverbial ‘first world problems’ and I shouldn’t whinge. So sure, I have a roof over my head, far too much food to eat but at the same time I’m conscious that [those problems] are a big deal to me. 

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