Wednesday 2 June 2010: Exit
96/365: Can't think what to write today. Did a full day at work. Feel kinda tired and flat again. I made a decision not to take on the job I got just over a month ago. I just couldn't cope with that kind of change or feel like I would be able to do it justice until I've given myself a bit of space.
Am getting very very fed up of not really feeling any more like 'me'. My photography is uninspired. My mood isn't picking up. I got told at Dad's funeral by someone to 'pull yourself together' and I know that irritation with my lack of 'getting over it' will be an annoyance to others so I am trying my hardest. But, the more I try to get on with normal stuff, the more exhausted I feel. As I'm writing this, I'm thinking to myself 'please stop whinging. Please change the record. Please stop with the moaning.' But, whenever I start writing about what my day is like, I struggle to record the ordinary stuff - my happy children bouncing around, how pretty the flowers are looking, what work was like etc - and out comes this turgid stuff again.
Where did you go, Dad? Where did you go??