Adjusting

I thought you might like to see where I’m hiding.


I’m three days into my adventure, and I’ve been finding it quite hard to adjust to being so isolated. I’ve been writing to my targets, but I haven’t found it particularly fulfilling. Not, that is, until today.


Today I unearthed a little of my writing mojo and remembered what it is that writing means to me, what I believe writing should be. Hopefully that’s back to stay for the rest of my time here, and now I can really crack on with the task in hand.


I’ve been learning some things about myself while I’ve been alone out here, and realising the things that I take for granted at home. I don’t think I really realised how hard this would be; it’s taken rather more adjusting than I’d considered. But I’m hoping the adjustments have been made, and that I’m strong enough to just get on with it all now.


I have a lot of work still to do, and while I’ve been meeting my targets, I don’t really feel like I’ve started working to my full potential yet. But there’s still time.


This, after all, is only the beginning of my journey.