My routine depends on my work — the alarm wakes me too early on weekdays. I drink strong Italian coffee to compensate. Mornings often feel rushed and hollow.
I’m a Social Worker and my occupation is both stressful and rewarding. I find myself constantly balancing the whole spectrum of human feelings, the tightrope should be part of my job description.
I dream too much, count the colours of the world through my car window. Music is a constant and trusted companion.
I read poetry and the Guardian daily, post on Tumblr. I don’t talk enough to my friends and family. Mostly, I just feel too tired and all talked out when I come home.
I cook, rarely have takeaways, never ready made meals.
I used to run, but went back to dancing. It helps me to be myself.
Weekends are different. I catch up on sleep, complete emotional inventories, housework (it has to be done). Meet friends, go to the cinema, concerts, exhibitions. Walks in the country, plan holidays, read and dream more.I take a deep breath, Monday always comes too soon.