Workspace

When the mind’s free,
The body’s delicate. The tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling else
Save what beats there

William Shakespeare, King Lear

I like this, sums up quite a lot of my life it seems.

So this is my workspace, I try and keep my desk tidy...but it always somehow ends up with piles upon piles of paper, various books, pens, paperclips strewn between them. This is quite tidy for me I would say. It is strange because once I do tidy, everything has to be perfectly ordered...straight lines are most definitely necessary for me...and then it lasts all of a day before it is once again messy.

Today was a standard Sunday, work work work. Thom headed back to Leicester to run volleyball training...I know he needs to, but I wish he could skip a few more from time to time. I really miss him, especially when he goes the day earlier than usual. It feels like the only way I can see him for long amounts of time is if I go to his. The problem with all of it is that he's not the coach for the team, but the captain, but then because the coach is literally never at training, Thom is also the coach. Somehow I really don't think it is fair, Thom is in his final year too just as the coach is. Sorry, rant over.