If something starts out great, it’s probably going to go downhill.
There. That’s optimism for you. 
But, really. I ran a half marathon the other week, no problems. Wrote a 5000 word essay that my supervisors complemented. Removed from my brain all the crap that has weighed me down in the past, and was smiling all the time. 
Most of the weekend was wonderful, with a visit from daddy (who came bearing a ridiculous amount of gifts in the form of Jayne’s famous shortbread & petit fours-Words cannot describe 
) and a family (plus Maria) trip out to Sunderland dogs. Where I actually won for once. Bonus. 
But then came Sunday. I was meant to run 14 miles. Only made 8. Bloody cough. So that put me in a bit of a mood. Which was rectified in part by drinks down the pub with daddy and in big part by a certain somebody being adorable to me when I got back home. 
But then came Monday. 
Three hours I spent trying to understand a journal article. A 7 page journal article. Which I still don’t get. 
So that stressed me out. And made me feel entirely stupid. Then last night all the mind-crap returned, I slept for a grand total of 3 hours and today the smile is gone. 
However. I am fighting it. There are 7 of us after all. We won’t all be brought down. 
So I’m doing what Rachey does best: Being strong for other people whilst buckling just ever so slightly. A bit like a rock. But a soft one. Something like limestone. 
With foundations made of chocolate. A lot of those petit four chocolates, to be exact…
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