As much as I would like to sit here this morning and write up some upbeat kind of post, I can't quite bring myself to do it. I've never been good at pretending that all is fine when it's really not. Sometimes life can feel just a little flat. When all the wrongness in your life is glaringly obvious and the rightness seems a little harder to find. When the sameness and mundane of the day to day can kind of get to you. I'm searching for that spark to start a new project or cook those feijoas that are waiting in their basket to be made into jam. But I'm not really feeling the spark right now.
A few things have been going on at the kid's school. Things that don't sit comfortably with me. I won't go into specifics but I'll admit to losing a little sleep lately over what has been going on. It may be tricky to work out when to step in and when to step back. But I've learnt this week to trust my instincts and speak up.
So please bare with me as I try to find a little more enthusiasm for the day to day. I know it's lurking in there somewhere. I may just have to force myself to find it again.