Well a Valentines day to remember. Well not exactly. We both decided not to bother this year...it just seems to be such a waste of money. However, on going to bed last night, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Was there a secret wish that I DID make the effort, and have I , but discussing it, and our both agreeing not to bother, actually spoiled it? Oh I do so hate these commercial days that are decided for us. Rather a busy day by all accounts. I am involved in four productions in the next two weeks. Spent the day editing music, writing up production plans, checking that everything was in place and generally realising that I had too much to do. The inevitable last minute rush left me feeling frustrated. All in all, by the time I got home at 10.30 I just felt like death warmed up, and wondering whether I needed to be a little more selective about what I take on. Perhaps there's an element of finding what I wanted to do in life so late, and wanting to pack in as much as I can before it's all too late? I'm 45 next week. It's half term next week, so hopefully I can relax a little bit with the girls.
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