Life at the moment very much resembles a swinging pendulum for me.
I have good days and bad.
Some days I'm productive but I have more days where I'm not. At least, not at home. Work on the other hand is great, I'm happily busy there. The company has asked me to come across from the agency to them which is fantastic. The people are still awesome. I'm very lucky.
But I'm starting to think my house is a reflection of how I feel.
Untidy and unorganised.
It gets me down.
Today is the first day I've had to myself in a long while... appointments got cancelled on me and so I find myself with the opportunity to get stuff done, yet I'm not doing it.
I know I should be kind to myself and not beat myself up about not doing anything but I need someone to give me permission. To tell me it's ok to take a mental health day.
I know that person should be me but it's not yet.