My inspiration to dream

So yesterday I got an email from a web designer asking if I wanted to sell my humble little blog. Really?

Selling my blog for the small amount that it would be worth would be much like selling one of my children, much like selling a piece of myself which only has true value to me and which money couldn't buy.

Making room for the good

I have a serious need to de-clutter. I've just spent the last hour looking for a copy of a document from a job I had 6 years ago. I'm absolutely positive that I have a hard copy or at least an electronic version somewhere and the sad thing is, I've just wasted an hour looking for it.

Who in their right mind keeps a document for that bloody long? It's a Human Resources doc that I knew I might need a template for one day and bugger me dead if I can find where I've saved documents from that long ago.

Back on track...finally

Surprisingly I still remember how to write a blog post, despite not having been around these parts for a number of weeks. I'm nearly back to my pre-August health, barring a smallish cough here and there as a reminder.

Not that I really need a reminder of feeling disgusting and being the sickest I've ever been in my life. I feel like life has passed me by for quite a few weeks. No blogging, no writing, no exercise, I was barely making it through work each day and all I wanted to do was sleep.