My hormonally induced psychosis has been turned down to a simmer and I no longer feel like I’m coming apart at the seams. I really didn’t have a good time towards the end of last week. But you know, churning mess of chaos on the inside, smooth, calm and collected on the outside. So I made it through. I went to bed before 8 on Friday, otherwise I think I may have gone completely insane.
I had quite a busy weekend. I constantly amaze myself how I just get shit done. Anyway. So Friday didn’t count, I may as well have not existed, I did however pop in for a quick visit to my friend across the road for a quick catch up session. After which I went home, ate something, showered and got in bed and slept until I woke up at 7am. It was market day on Saturday! It started out as a beautiful day, people were streaming in. And then, it started raining about 1.5hours into the market. But in spite of the rain it was still awesome!! It was busy, we had awesome vendors and as usual the Fat Olive’s awesome breakfast. So it was a good albeit short market.
After the market I went off to Lindequesdrift to a friends farm on the Vaal river for her birthday. It’s about a 1.5 hour drive which was lovely and helped clear my head a bit as well. Her place is gorgeous, just the right amount of chill I needed, I spent some time away from everyone next to the river, watching clouds and just chilling. I did of course had completely way too much alcohol (why!?) and needless to say spent the rest of Sunday recovering. Really now so silly of me. Anyway. Back to Joburg to spend some time with Tash at a surprise party for her birthday at Gilroy’s Brewery which is on the premises of Ingwenya Glass Village. What an awesome little spot. But not so fun in my condition. Had a bite to eat, chatted a bit with all the peeps and made a duck.
In spite of what you may think. Sleep did not come easy. I freakin tossed and turned. Got up for a bit. Chatted to my Mom. Went back to bed, I was in bed way before 8pm. And I had a restless night filled with weird dreams that I can’t remember anymore. Alcohol is bad for you. Clearly I need to completely over indulge at least once a year to remind myself of this. Lekker fokken stupid.
I am busy compiling a track list for the pole. This week sees me gracing it once more. I want to learn aerial silks. I want to do a lot of things that I either don’t have time for or the resources. So many things left unsaid and undone. Oh well.
Only 3 sleeps.