Today, I am exhausted, physically and mentally. The physical exhaustion comes from having spent three days painting part of the house. It found it very demanding as I am not used to this level of physical work. Although I am fairly fit, I walk a lot and practise yoga neither had prepared me for the sheer hard work of painting, particularly the high up parts where I was on tiptoe on a ladder stretching to my fullest height.
It was my decision to paint, I got fed up looking at grubby walls which no amount of scrubbing would return to their original pristine state, I knew it would be tiring but had not expected that, at a point when my body was screaming out for sleep, my mind would decide to whirl around incessantly all night long. I had become used to sleeping at least six hours every night for the past few weeks and now to be awake in the early hours, once again, is shattering.
I feel unsettled again, not sure how to continue. I had decided to spend a year writing, to write as much as possible and to enter competitions and submit to magazines but chronic exhaustion has meant I have little energy to read, write or indeed do any of the things I need to do. Housework and children take priority and what little energy I have has been saved for them.
My youngest, who has been having a difficult time at school, seems to be off ill at least once a week. My eldest is finished school for the summer and is quite demanding in time and attention, wanting to talk when I want silence or to write, having her friends around, the time I had set aside to write is being eroded from all angles. That and my lack of motivation does not help, it is difficult to be coherent let alone intelligent when you are struggling to keep your eyes open.
I have done some writing and entered a few competitions but based on my results so far I am not holding my breath. But then again, I probably have not tried as hard as I should have. Perhaps I am using insomnia as an excuse. An excuse not to commit, having failed spectacularly to achieve a dream I am afraid of putting myself out there again.
And maybe, when you come right down to it, I may just not be good enough, I could be on a wild goose chase.