If ever there was a time when I didn’t feel like writing another daily scribble, this has to be it.

Hand on heart, it’s been a fairly shitty day from start to finish; I could feel it from the moment I woke up that a drastic case of PMS was lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce.  At that point however, I had no idea just how drastic it would be.

At 9.30 am I headed into town to a yoga backbending workshop – my first tentative steps back into an activity I used to practice with dedication on a daily basis; the two and a half hours passed in various amounts of frustration, sadness, boredom, irritation and a general sense of ‘I am a failure’ and ‘life is a bag of crap’.

Cheery thoughts.

One of the few good moments came when I left the workshop and ate an amazing lunch in the tiny South-Indian cafe in town.

Another good moment was when I managed to find some beautiful pink ribbon that I’ve wanted for a while now, in order to gift wrap our online orders for Caraliza Jewellery.

But that was where the good stuff ended because once my dear hubby arrived to collect me and I shared how bad I was feeling I proceeded to bawl like a baby for most of the rest of the day –  full blown, snotty nose, swollen eyes, gasping-for-breath, bawling: the kind you’d expect when something quite traumatic has happened someone.

Apparently, some days just being alive is traumatic enough for me.

What pisses me off is that I tried my best to do things that should technically have made me feel better, things like yoga, eating a good lunch, meeting up with an old friend, but none of these things worked; my back hurts from the workshop, my friend bailed on me and I ended up eating pizza and chocolate for dinner because if everything was going to be this crap then all I wanted was cheese, carbs and chocolate.

So there you have it.  I feel bad that I can’t offer something inspiring or more positive to finish up with but it’s just not happening today; all I want right now is to brush my teeth, get into bed and be done with February 10th.

On that happy note – ciao darlings.

Lizzie xxxx