At Least I Did Something?

Good morning, readers!

Yesterday was my first day back at real life.  I fared fairly well... all things told, though I didn't do everything I was supposed to.

I spent a good while editing, so I could check that off my list.  Yay me!  Then I went ahead and did my Welsh lesson, since I had forgotten to do that in the morning.  Another check off my list.  Then, I was supposed to write for the rest of the day.

I didn't do that.

Instead, I used the excuse of my editing-fried brain to go ahead and finish a piece of digital art I was almost finished before I went on holidays.

Prints available if you want. Click to check them out.

I mean, I'm really proud of this one.  Like, ridiculously proud.  It took forever to do.  There was much attention paid to the details...

I'm not proud that I skipped writing to finish this up, but I am proud of the art piece.  I'd venture to say that it's my best one thus far.

And before I get too upset with myself for breaking form, I did start rereading the last few things I had written in Daughters of Britain, so that I could put myself in the correct head space for writing.  I'm not sure how effective it will be as I'll be editing a different story and my head really feels like nothing more than a jumble of badly muddled stories.

In training news... Well... I went...  That counts for something, right?  This year on Tuesdays, I'm in charge of the beginner kick-boxing.  They did really well, actually, and I look forward to working with them more.  It was probably a good thing I didn't train with everyone else, as I was destroyed by weights beforehand.

It was certainly humbling to return to weight training after so long away.  I was absolutely useless.  It was honestly very frustrating, but I went, and I tried, and I'll get better at it.

I hurt today.  Le sigh.

Right, I have a tonne to do today.  Hope you're all well!

Ciao!