i’ve hit something. not in a car crash manner. in a personal exhaustive manner.
it’s affecting me across the board. i say board, i can’t tell you what the game is any more. it’s not fun and I’m being too clever, which is screwing up my ability to be me with feet on ground, elbows on table and mug of tea within grasp.
another deadline has appeared for a few weeks time. strange how the loniness of working and enjoying that is followed by a one to one meeting in which the obvious ‘push it’ comes out and all that was foundated becomes a soggy boggy mess around my feet with only the tide to help me.
my seemingly pushing the work is resulting in poor quality private life which i am in charge of so ultimately have to sort it out for myself.
i’m tired, which makes it hard to concentrate on the journal work I really need to do prior to wrting the stuff for the assessment thingy.
i tired, so what my work is about is elusive to me.
i tired so sorting anything out becomes a major issue.
i’ve been pushing myself to make versions of what i’m currently calling monument. i know i’m not giving myself enough time to process what i’ve made and feed it into the main research.
i know this should be fun, i’m managing to make it not fun.
i have a detail from the work i currently call monument to show you.
i’m finding hard to relax and take a day off, to recharge several batteries that feel quite low.
low batteries=a low andrew.
even getting up to make some tea seems huge today.
