Maybe it's the heavy rain, which is having my dread the driving. Or perhaps it's this morning's hospital appointment, the unknown content of which is casting it's shadow over how I might feel later. But right now I don't feel like going on holiday at all. Given that I'm mainly looking forward to the chance to read, I could do that from the comfort of my own duvet without the stress of all the travelling and deadlines and costs. Its 150 quid just for the dog to be looked after for the week.
I'm sure once we're all underway I will enjoy it and we will create far more memories than just staying at home like every other day.
Of course all the negativity could just be an accumulation of stress that proves that I really need a holiday! Its been a tough few months, and in the run up to going away I find there's no time for the outlets that keep me balanced, I've not had chance to read or even any carefree singing. I'm hoping to get to choir tonight but it will depend how today goes. But we're nearly there now, just a bit more washing and packing and sorting, chivvying of others and tying up of work loose ends. Maybe then I will give myself permission to be happy?
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