People are making me claustrophobic. I am realising the immediacy of my biological ticking clock and although I’m meeting people (and holding onto old ones), it seems to be ineffective. I’m not going anywhere in the direction that I would like to.
I’ve neglected writing my blog for a little while because I’ve been quite focused on starting a book. I don’t know what I am doing but I know what I want to be said and for that reason – I’m just going for it.