Coiled and Curled

This is a rather appropriate blip for the journal today. Sycamore leaves are to be seen everywhere in the vicinity of my office, but the bright yellows are now turning to every shade of brown as they curl up and hide their fading colour away from the eye. There is a brittleness about them too, as they've become dessicated in the mostly dry air of recent days. But I think that they are no less beautiful in their old age!

I feel like I've been curling up at the edges myself today, getting tense from having to deal with completing forms for a proposal for some new work. I hate this stuff, especially when I want to get on with the creative side of my work. I did some design and started writing some new code while I was away but I've not yet had a chance to finish it off and see it working. I'm frustrated.

I have to admit that I have a certain phobia around forms. For someone who takes most things in their stride, the filling in of a simple form can completely derail me. I will put off such tasks as long as I possibly can and fight the process the whole way. I don't seem to be able to do anything about it. It's almost as if I have a fear of them!

I wonder if it is something to do with my difficulty in seeing things in simple terms. Forms usually require very clear, black and white answers to questions, but I often find that my response is grey and never quite fits into the hole provided. Do other people have the same problem? It would be good to know that I'm not alone!