The Biggest Goodbye

Cripes, I've been here over 4 weeks now and I still haven't got my body clock right. I'm neither a night owl or and early bird by nature, but since I've been in the US I've been waking up between 4.30am and 7am most mornings and am often asleep on the sofa by 9.30pm. I think it's largely to do with the fact that if I open an eye at 4am I'm aware it's already 9am in the UK and there is potentially already STUFF for me to deal with in my inbox. So here I am, blogging away, in the PJs and staring out across the harbour at another beautiful east coast sunrise. Seriously, it could be a lot worse.

The last few weeks have been a funny old time - for a whole host of reasons - but not least because I'm in the process of selling my business in the UK. As I write, someone somewhere is signing a contract which will make them the new owner of my (sob) baby... Running my own business has been wonderful, terrifying, stressful, exhilarating. It has taught me so much, giving me such freedom, happiness, satisfaction - made me so angry and frustrated at times and pushed me so far out of my comfort zone. It's been a blast; now it's going to be a blast for someone else (and I'm really pleased it's going to a good home).

So now there will be nothing holding me back. No excuse not to write, I'll have all the time in the world. Sure, I'll have STUFF to do over the next few weeks - dealing with the move and associated red tape seems to go on and on - but as from today I am officially a lady of leisure, a housewife, UNEMPLOYED.

Actually, today is the first day I should start calling myself a writer! Blimey. That's enough to keep anyone awake at night.