I’ve been sorting things out this week. And procrastinating. I just worked out that me putting off sending my application for registration as a yoga teacher and getting insurance sorted out is really just nervousness about actually taking the next step in this little journey of mine. Will I be a good yoga teacher? Can I really do this? All that sort of stuff.
I can do it. And I will.
In the meantime, my writing’s taken a bit of a back seat. I’m still working on some things, but I haven’t thrown myself into anything wholeheartedly for a week or so now. I miss it. And, if I’m honest, I’ve missed it for a while now. Sure, I’ve been working on things the whole time I’ve been studying, but I’ve not really been very disciplined about it.
Things are slowly sorting themselves out, as far as building up my working hours again goes, and I’m really looking forward to having a bit more a solid schedule, so I can get back some writing discipline. I was talking about this with a friend today: we agreed that it would probably be a good idea to do regular writing exercises — the kind you find in creative writing books. You know, to actually practise writing, as well as doing it for real.
But for now I must have patience. Things will be sorted out soon…