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.
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!