When I was little I remember my mum saying I was difficult to share a bed with as I was so wriggly. I'm only noticing now, 40 years later, how my body just doesn't stay still. When I'm sat watching TV or lying reading a book or trying to get to sleep or anytime at all, there is always part of me tapping or stretching or moving in some way. I wonder if it would be better for my mental health if I tried to stop it. Only I know that at the moment I'm eating like a horse and so am relying on my nervous energy to at least burn some of it off. Maybe I'm caught in a vicious cycle tho? If I was calmer maybe I'd be more content and so less likely to stuff my face??
Tonight was options evening. I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up. Tho apparently this evening was for 14 year olds, not me. My head is now full of CADs and CAMs and percentages. I still think anything is possible and always will be. Tho my opportunities for learning ballet might be dwindling...
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