I’m struggling to write today. I feel flat. My beloved pet cat has stressed me out to the max acting like a spoilt teenager (although he’s 7 so that makes him 49 in human years). I haven’t written for a few days and pissed off as I made a commitment to myself to write every day and I feel flat as a pancake having had a stand off with my cat who has been playing kitty mind games for the last two days…and I was doing so well with my new found resilience. May be I did too much and the cat wanted to put me in my place and test my metal….I’ll write more when I feel less flat…
If baring my soul to you (and the world) has moved or touched a part of you in any way, then your support would be very welcome. To help me on this healing journey, perhaps you’d like to buy me a coffee (although mines a tea) via the link below:
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