Hi, I’m Sarah and I’m a blog neglector. It’s been over two years since I wrote a post, isn’t it terrifying how time speeds up and your brain turns to mush. Quite a lot has happened in those two years but not enough to satisfy my impatience to reach full life satisfaction. I seem to have been going through a career change for a very long time and it’s reached boiling point. If I don’t find the right route soon I may very well disappear into the wilderness never to return. Or I might do that for a week and come back hungry, dirty, in need of wine, but feel like a new woman.
The biggest decision I made happened two weeks ago. I moved to Cardiff! The move was supposed to be a movie like transformation. New city, new me. Living in the sunny, tropical south (at least it is to me) was a chance to reinvent myself professionally, suddenly have the ability to whip up a Nigella style dish out of remnants in the cupboard, know instinctively what spices to use, walk around my flower garden in a beautiful dress that I had made out of ethically sourced materials carrying a twee basket to collect the eggs lain by our two chickens who are house trained and like to sit on my lap whilst I read a book, the important paragraphs I miraculously remember. And of course be able to stick to a strict schedule that I have set for myself five days a week.
My dreams were shattered I tell you. As soon as I moved down, sorted out my room and relaxed a little bit I got ten mouth ulcers rendering me barely able to talk / eat / drink without dribbling over everyone and everything and being in immense pain. My back was so painful I couldn’t sit down for more than ten minutes without having to change position or stand up, and I developed a week long pain in my chest so ended up in A&E (It’s just acid but it FELT sinister). The cycle back from the hospital left me lost in a graveyard for so long I started to wonder if that’s how everyone else in there had died. We don’t have chickens yet because its been raining so much the last few days we haven’t been able to re assemble the huge coop we were given. Instead of flowers in the garden we have lovely scrap metal and thorny stems that are so big they threaten to behead anyone who isn’t paying attention, and the new recipe I attempted would have been delicious if only I had BOILED THE BLOODY RICE before frying and baking it in a butternut squash.
So this blog will basically be written evidence of my failures. I’ll try my best to be consistent.