The Monster under the bed...
That right there (up there, the title) is the reason I always sleep with a duvet even on the hottest nights- it’s a hangover from childhood and I’m sure I’m not the only one. However, I’m not really here to chatter about an actual under bed beast but rather the metaphor.
The other day my friend and I were discussing her Sunday plans. She was tackling various landing cupboards and there accumulated clutter but she said that she was avoiding the big job of doing ‘under the bed’. I then looked under my bed and shuddered slightly, that’s a pile of useful, stored stuff that almost never gets touched; covered in a layer of dust just to prove it.
I’d love to say that this inspired me to sort it out. It didn’t. I left it and I’m ignoring the nagging vision of all that rubbish in the back of my head. It also made me think of all the other things I’d been neglecting- like blogging, my own accounts... things that I do for other people and never do for myself.
This is not a new year, new me blog... frankly I don’t have the time to be a whole different (better?) person. I’m just going to make sure it’s ALL on the list and hopefully I’ll get round to some of it.
Sorry if my ability to not be resolute has left you uninspired! Although I am sat here blogging so it must have had some effect on me!!