When your world is knocked it's a matter of taking things a day at a time. Or that's what reason dictates, whereas in reality your brain races all over the place, forwards, backwards, never staying still. As normality re-establishes itself you question it, look at it from every angle and scrutinise it in a way that you never did before. On the surface things seem ok, but just try not to scratch too deep for now.
A week by the sea is always food for the soul, no matter the weather. We've had a quiet week in Pembrokeshire, lots of walks, even some running - I've signed up for a half marathon in June so have given myself little choice but to run. I've decided to try and come back to blogging - I'm seeing a counsellor (for various reasons, probably not to be shared here) and she's recommended I try journalling. I've taken her advice, but sometimes a journal is too raw - I prefer the quiet and gentle focus on the nice things in life that I used to find in this online space.
So here I am again for now - still contemplating a name change though, I've not been particularly fond of woollybluebells for a while. I don't know if the community is still around like it was, I think a lot of people are on Instagram now (I've been lurking over there for a while now - 'whathelendid').