I’ve decided that everybody needs to write a blog.
Or if not a blog - a diary, a ‘journal’, a letter you never intend on sending, a letter you do intend on sending…
What ever the method, I encourage you to get writing!
It’s incredibly cathartic.
It connects us with our emotional centres and helps us clear out the crap - the nonsense within the stories we tell ourselves that we just don’t see until it’s written out in front of us.
It’s is incredibly therapeutic (there’s a reason I send every private client a Chasing Lobsters notebook as soon as we start working together).
There’s medicine to be found within our words!
This came up trumps for me as I sat down to write this week’s blog post and give you all a little update on our movements (and address the tumble weeds that have been blowing about Chasing Lobsters recently.)
It was only as I began to write that I realised something;
I’ve only been back in the UK two weeks.
In my head it feels at least a month a go that Max and I flew home from Turkey and left Graham and his Dad to wrap up the house and drive our car back.
Within that time-warped (or just plain warped) mindset, I’ve (almost) really given myself a hard time;