Sometimes it’s ok to give up

I’m an over achiever. I hate giving up. I hate acknowledging that I can’t. Anything at all. Y’day I made my way back to dance class after 2 months of health scares – one month of me nursing a continuous migraine, 10 days of a chicken pox scare for the kid, followed by 2 weeks…

Giddy

Giddy. Like a thrilled little girl.  It’s been a giddy, fun, exhausting few months. I’m oscillating to the extremes, I know it, and I’m enjoying the ride before I stabilise. It’s a heady feeling. And I’m loving it. I didnt like the person I’d become in the last few years. Bitter. Frustrated. Crumpled. And I…