This is the problem when you have too much time on your hands (thanks early maternity leave), you end up stumbling across all sorts of crazy ideas on the internet and all of a sudden, you’ve found yourself with a new obsession. This week, I found out about bullet journal-ling and it wasn’t long before I had my hands on a brand new notebook, ready to begin my very own first bullet journal.
Now, the basic principle of a bullet journal is really very simple (and I’ll leave it up to this handy video by creator Ryder to explain) and doesn’t require any great skill or specialist equipment… but if you’re a self confessed stationery addict, naturally obsessive, crave organisation as well as being desperate for a creative outlet, you’re in trouble. In fact, if this sounds like you, I’d stop reading now. Go on. Shut down. Go and see my flapjack recipe instead. Trust me.
I’m writing this at 3.30am, in the early hours of Thursday morning. I don’t know when I’ll hit publish. Or if I ever will. But I just feel the need to write. This may be garbled. It probably won’t make much sense. But it’s raw, and it’s real, and it’s truly heartfelt.
I’ve mentioned on the blog and on social media that our gorgeous cat called Mouse hadn’t been very well of late. We’ve had several trips to the vets over the last couple of weeks, and it did look as though he was on the mend. But earlier tonight, our beloved pet passed away.
Yesterday I attended the funeral for my Uncle John. He’d been ill for a long time with lung cancer and although we all knew it was likely to end this way, it did happen rather a lot sooner than we thought. At the end, I think he was just tired and had given up the fight. He’d put all his ducks in a row, done everything he wanted to get done and was ready to bow out.