What do you miss about your life?

Throwback to Montenegro khaki sands. Long beach walks along the shoreline and deep thoughts with myself 💭

What will today bring? The Government chat is being planned and I’m going to write before the energy change. 📖 🖊

A creative time has been had by so many during lockdown. Anxieties are considering brimming just now at the prospect of dashing around once again.

I can’t help but imagine the rewards for the crazy life ahead. Travel, a meal at the pub, seeing our special people and being with loved ones once again. I can’t wait for those times but I pray we keep our sense of loveliness that has been prevalent during these times.

How are you feeling about these things? 🙏🏻

My sunny office during coronavirus lockdown

This Sunday is glorious in Kent, UK.

Sunshine, 18°C, blue skies and pretty much the gentlest breeze to help with natural air con vibes. 

Seemed rude not to want to take to the garden, freshly lawned by the children, and set up an office in there to work on my current WIP (work in progress, aka 'book'). See the box on the right-hand side? Follow this blog from that box and you will find out soon all about this book.  Suffice to say, I call myself a life writer and while the entire world is going through a massive life change just now, I felt it would be wrong not to write something about that (huge project which I have just massively played down so wait and watch please! )

I hope wherever you are, you are well, happy (but it's ok to wobble just now) and you're able to enjoy some nice weather.  

Much love as always

Louise xoxo

Taking to the garden for my work this morning

Yes, i miss the coffee shop, but I'm counting blessings!

Wrote a cheeky lil nutrition post

Week 1 of lockdown - Life has gone missing

"Take a sparkler, take a sparkler!" I said through a gravel throat with excitement. 

The NHS were enjoying our applause on the doorsteps as we felt a lump in our throats. More than ever, they were stepping up to the plate while some of us feel like we want to complain about the shopping situation or the lack of 'usual routine'. 

It's hard not to miss your usual life, isn't it?  The people you are used to seeing are gone. Those who greet you with warmth and help you smile through the day, gone. This is only week one.  We have many more to go.  I wonder what the feeling will be at the end of all this. 

A journey, a ride, white knuckles. Up and down with emotions.  Harley snores so loudly, my patience with him is tested and Jasmine runs to the rescue to take him from my bed, onto hers.  He's unaware. 
My medication changes things, changes me. The room spins, my eyes struggle to focus, my stomach in knots, unable to eat.  

Alone, I wonder if I will be me again.  At the end of this, things will have changed, for sure. I will be well again, my house, sorted, ready for the renovations to start. This is a good thing, a fabulous focus.  Rather like the writing project that I'm gathering with some other incredible writers. 

White knuckles. Gripping on.

Hoping for the thrill at the end of the ride.  What will be there? Travel? Work? Adventure? Happiness? A pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? 

Instagram stories and retweets show others having good days and bad too. 

No need to set the alarm clock. Pillow thoughts allow me to chose what tomorrow will bring. It's not all bad, for sure. Being home, comfy, fed; all nice. 

Some parts of life have gone missing. Will things ever be the same again?