The day of my hospital check-up had arrived, and I felt oddly apprehensive. I had been worrying (just a little bit) that this might be the year that the mammogram would not be clear. Whether I thought four years clear might be pushing it a bit, I don’t know, or maybe it was because they had called me early?
For four years, I have been summoned the week before Christmas, so today’s appointment felt strange, even before I got there.
It was cold and wet as we travelled to Portsmouth, and I forced myself to think about everything else, determined to ignore the feeling of dread that had been following me around like a stray dog for days.
Turns out my summons was just for a check-up chat, and that the mammogram will be next month, like always.
The doctor gave the boobs the once over, checking the lymph nodes lumps and for lumps, and found nothing untoward, whatever that means these days.
All in all, this pointless visit (to me, anyway) made a four-hour hole in my working day, and I was already playing catch up.
But that’s life, isn’t it?
I read something the other day, something that made a lot of sense when I thought about it. These days, having a good think almost needs an appointment, but I digress.
Apparently, if you concentrate too much on all the small details, you will never get anywhere and end up going around in circles. A bit like I have been doing all week!
We must keep our eyes on the horizon… the one major goal that shines brighter than anything else, for if we allow our concentration to wander, even a little, we will end up getting nowhere, or worse, in the wrong place entirely.
I have a lot of plans in my head now, but my major goal isn’t at the top of the list. I had thought it would get there all by itself if I got all my ducks in a row!
My muse is clearly frustrated and wants to be writing. If I am honest, so do I.
I miss the daily discipline!
So, I don’t seem to be progressing much lately, most of the things I plan to do are proving both difficult and downright impossible. Maybe I am getting too old, at least I hope that’s all it is. Everything is either too complicated or takes too long, and my patience is wearing a bit thin.
My enthusiasm has given up and taken a walk, and I sincerely hope it won’t stay away for too long!
Tomorrow I will pull up my socks and get organised…
And that is a promise to myself that I intend to keep!