Some weeks one should just stay in bed, crawl under the duna and let the world go by. Last week was one such week for me. It was and still is icy cold in Melbourne, especially early in the morning. Since my day starts around 4am with meditation and yoga stretches, I have felt the bite of the cold when it’s at its worst. It has been a challenge doing my early morning routine, not the meditation part as I usually do that sitting up in bed, but the yoga part of it – ooh it’s taken every bit of ‘get-up-and-go’ I have to do it. And I must confess some mornings I had the ‘get-up’ but definitely not the ‘go’ so I’d meditate for a bit longer just so I could steal those extra moments of cosy warmth.
The challenge my daughter went through at Supre in Chadstone set a mood for the week that lingered like the grey skies in wintery Britain. It took more than a few days for both our Spirits to settle down again.
And to really rub salt into a week of wounds, I experienced yet another rejection around my YA manuscript. I’m not sure if this rejection hurt more than the others have because I was already having a ‘bad’ week or if it just felt like the end of the world because I’m so tired of getting ‘NO’s’ on my writing pieces. The only thing that keeps me going is a quote I read some time ago ‘if J.K. Rowling had given up, there would be no Harry Potter’ and since I love the Harry Potter series and a big chunk of the world does too, I figure I may as well push on through. But it is really challenging some days. It’s a good thing I love writing so much and largely do it for my own sanity. Writing helps me make sense of the world – most of the time. This past week the world just got the better of me and no matter how much I tried to turn words into phrases, into sentences and into paragraphs, very little made sense to me. So I’m still thinking it was probably just a time where hiding out in bed would’ve made a lot more sense to me than anything else.