Multi tasking ninja…

Where Emma forgets to write

Thank you for the fond goodbyes on Twitter…I miss you all but not the cesspit!

Here I am, juggling my art business, scribbling about Parkinson's and trying to figure out how the hell my nearly-grown kids can’t wash dishes or pick up soggy towels. Grr arg.

And yes. I nearly forgot to write this. It’s officially under an hour before launch time! Ironically I was reading about the futility of multi tasking when I experienced the ‘oh shit, the letter!’

Let's start with Parkinson's. Yep, that annoying, mutherbuggering houseguest that won't leave. But hey, what’s new? I did wake up yesterday to find I had been clenching my jaw so hard all my teeth and face are still hurting, so that’s fun. The gift that…

Next multitask…art. Who knew trying to be a creative genius could be so exhausting? Between mixing colours, answering emails, and dealing with dog hair in the paint! it's a miracle I haven't thrown my paintbrush across the room. But hey, I’m thriving on chaos and wine, baby! It’s here by the way 😉

And don't even get me started on writing about Parkinson's. It's like explaining quantum physics to a goldfish – frustrating as hell! But hey, if my ramblings can help just one person feel a little less alone in this crazy journey, then it's all worth it. Plus, swearing about it makes it a tad more bearable.

Kids. But hey, we survived potty training – we can survive anything, right?

Amid all this madness, one thing's for sure – I need more self-care. Less multi-tasking! Whether it's treating yourself to a bubble bath, indulging in some retail therapy, or simply telling Parkinson's to shove it where the sun doesn't shine, taking care of yourself is the ultimate act of rebellion.

So, to all my fellow Parky folk, art mavens, and exhausted parents – keep kicking ass, taking names, and swearing like a sailor. We've got this!

With love

E xx