Two weeks ago, my typical day started at 6am with a 20-minute jog around the streetlight lit bus routes. Then home to get myself and three littles breakfasted, dressed, and lunch-boxed up before the two campuses of school drop offs. A stretch the legs dog walk for little Betsie boo, second cup of coffee and big bowl of three types of cereal later, I opened my computer to start work, freelance journalism. At 2:55, I’d look at the clock and realise I had five minutes to get to the first afternoon school run, slip on my seven-year-old black boots from Marks, slam the computer and rush out the door. Forget to lock the door, then lock the door. One hour later, I’d boil pasta, pour over sauce, grated cheese and, voila – dinner. Football clubs, bath, bed, finish off work, watch the West Wing or Formula One, and fall into bed.
It sounds as though you have been working towards this period of change in your life even when your head refused to cooperate.
I know what you mean about feeling guilty and a bit lost when you step off the wheel of relentless production. I too am in that situation as I t struggle to cope with a recent bereavement.
One day. One moment at a time. And trusting the process.
I’m excited to discover your next transformation. Take good care of your beautiful self.
Hi Lauren
It sounds as though you have been working towards this period of change in your life even when your head refused to cooperate.
I know what you mean about feeling guilty and a bit lost when you step off the wheel of relentless production. I too am in that situation as I t struggle to cope with a recent bereavement.
One day. One moment at a time. And trusting the process.
I’m excited to discover your next transformation. Take good care of your beautiful self.