Still being positive

Being positive works, it really does. Well as long as you keep your pregnancy hormones in check it works.

I have had such a random week, its hard to know what to disect really. Many a time I have thought, oh yes, blog that, but just didn't get round to it, which isn't on really. I know, I know, two followers...cos they're hanging on my every word, but that is not the point. I have to do a blog for the assignment, but more importantly than that, I have started, so I really should do it properly.

That is one of the topics that has been a blog consideration. My control freak nature. Not that I labelled myself as that, oh no, just the neighbour, some random friends and a tutor. Like hello, tell a control freak they are just that, and what do you get, a control freak covering up their control freak behaivour by controlling their outward appearance.

I haven't quite mastered that part. Today I was told I had done enough of some uni work, and I was to basically walk away until after Christmas, yeah right, like that will happen. I have to say I successfully nodded my head and agreed. The next tutorial though I was worn out and got hassled that I didn't seem as content with the feedback as I really should be. Well I was restless. I ran out and promptly rang a friend to do a general blurt of nonsense. It worked. Well, I felt better at any least.

How does any of this relate to being positive? Well, I have almost finished a law essay I have been working on, it just clicked overnight. The Eisteddfod project is well on track, I am so impressed by our progress. Today I have written the most fantastic short story even if I do say so myself....oh yeah, and the script is finally ready to be sent out and about to see if there are any takers.

I also think I have managed this week to not insult anyone.

So does being positive work? Absolutely.