Lost Track of which Week it is/Watching Strange Movie before more Work

So here we are again. My to-do list is giving my mind a slow and painful meltdown, I have, however, gotten up and gotten dressed and gotten on with most of it. I don't feel like I have weekends, just week-catch ups. I had hoped for a period of quiet stability for a while to collect myself after various dramatic events, but my life is rarely quiet and rarely simple.

I am thrown into once again re-planning my life and my career, and apparently trying to figure out my identity, but I think that one is likely to be connected to Brexit. Apart from suggesting on Twitter that we go in search of Arthur, the Once and Future King, I don't have any bright ideas on Brexit. Perhaps it is very British of me to avoid politics, or maybe I just don't want to be dragged into an angry debate. That said no one I have met, whether I agreed with them on Brexit or not, has ever really kicked off so to speak. I think now it is not knowing what the final outcome will be which is the hardest part to take, at least for me.

In terms of settling in to living in Worthing, things are going well. I have resisted the urge to go wild and just indulge in all the amazing new places I can easily get to, and slowly work my way around meeting new people and trying things. I am going to make a real effort to get back into martial arts this week and start trying out new clubs. Trying to keep up with life administration, housework for the flat, and various other tasks are my attempts to win and fail at adulthood. It feels impossible, there is always more washing up to be done. I need to find a gremlin.

Well back to the grindstone. If I can win at adulthood maybe I can have a cat one day (I don't think anyone wins at adult entirely).