Sunny, beautiful, shit day.
By about 3ish after hemming some work trousers I tried to make a decision and stick to it but ended up absurdly driving back and forth on a stretch of road, arguing with myself. Part saying, ‘just do it’, the other part saying, ‘there’s no point’. I ended up pointlessly driving quite a way, having a short walk, didn’t even swim, and drove back. I did have the foresight to pack some tea because it was so late. I sat and ate in tears and almost choked and just had to talk to myself and encourage myself back home and to try to settle for work again. What a bloody trial.