Tag: sleep
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Casting about
So, I quite often use this blog as a place to explore my tortured artist musings. I am aware I can be let’s say, generous, with my thinking in that I do think a LOT and I’m fairly certain this can be a bit tedious for you all to have to wade through. So, today,…
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Singed
the phrase ‘burning the candle at both ends’ comes to mind… The first end : I’m in the deli across the road, refuelling with French toast, sausage and egg (like yesterday), I’ve had just under four hours sleep, overcome the rank shower situation (very proud) and escaped into the Manhattan sunrise. GlamMum has way…
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Ask not for whom the bell tolls…
…don’t worry, I’m not shuffling off this mortal coil or anything so dramatic. No, I wanted to make the point that the rattle of an alarm clock is but a distant memory as the boys and I settle into a Devon seaside routine of early wake up cuddles and the treachery of tangled four and…
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Nocturne
I stay up late at night: I somehow need to feel the dark. To have a space to bubble into, Rise and grow and stretch myself. But I am also lonely. Late at night is a solo shift. I should be being social, chatty. But I shrink away from that. A conundrum lies before me,…
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Rerun
I have been looking back on some of my old posts. From September 2013,12 and 11. And what strikes me, is how I have been struggling with time management and the balance between responsibility and recreation for ever so long now. As I sit here in my kitchen table, looking at the bowls of cereal…
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