Is one of my favourite quotes. But recently, the days have felt short. Too short. My to do list remains incomplete at the end of the week. Our flat has been uncharacteristically cluttered. I have half written blog posts spanning the last few months, waiting to be completed. Sometimes, I feel so overwhelmed by the amount I have to do, that I get exactly none of it done.
We were supposed to go camping this weekend, but after a terrible nights sleep on Friday, we decided to spend the weekend in Manchester, just the two of us, instead.
I feel better for it. My job’s list is still full but looking more manageable. We went for a restorative walk around the country side today and blew away some cobwebs. Our lunches are packed for tomorrow and I’m about to settle down with a good book before bed.
Life is good, even when it’s a bit mental.