20 May

It's my third blog!!!  It might not seem like much really, but to me it's bloody fantastic. I mean you gotta take victories where you can, right? it doesn't matter how small. Because at the moment my mind says essay, my body says post it note. My Mind says Cello, my body says, "You're kidding right?, "I mean you're not actually serious?" And it's right, I  can't play my Cello today. I don't know why my mind keeps playing these tricks on me.

 In my mind I can still do loads of stuff. It's like you're having a dream, and you're doing this amazing thing, you didn't even know you could do, and you're really, really good at it. Then you wake up, reality hits, and you think oh, I can't run a 100 metres in less than ten seconds, that wasn't actually me. I don't think I'll ever get used to it. My mind is totally out of sync with my body these days. In someways it's kind of cruel, it's remembering what you could do before, but maybe just maybe, it's giving you hope of what you could do again,  or am I just fooling myself ? Answers on a postcard to Liberty Jones, Out of Sync, The world, I'd love to hear from you.

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