Today should be my last day in work before a week of annual leave, for which I had planned parties, days out a plenty, and even a mini trip abroad before the autumn sets in. What today actually is, however, is my first day of solitary confinement as little old me has somehow contracted mumps.
I’m sat on the sofa, snuggled in a blanket, with a head that looks like a jacket potato, despite having vaccinations and no idea how I got it. It’s safe to say, I’m feeling pretty sorry for myself (though I guess one good thing is I’ve finally made time to put my feet up and blog… Silver linings and all that!).
Once again I have pushed myself to oblivion and my body is having none of it. I’ve been doing this ever since I remember. I can’t sit still. I hate being bored, I hate lazing around. A “duvet day” doesn’t feature in my vocabulary. I’m always busy whether it’s working, socialising, working out, going here, there and everywhere as I try to cram every little inch of my diary with events and things to do. And now I’m not able to see anyone or do anything on what should have been the last summer hurrah before work gets all crazy again.
Perhaps this is somebody or something’s way of forcing me to s l o o o o w down and reevaluate.
It’s time to stop burning the candle at both ends; late nights and early mornings have never done me any good. It’s time to hang up my dancing shoes and stop overdoing it on the weekends. I need time to relax after such busy work weeks. And it’s also time to realise its okay to say no. The world won’t stop turning if I don’t go on that night out, or don’t meet that person for early morning brunch when I really need to rest.
I need to go back to doing more of things I love. Evening strolls as the sun sets over the sea. Sunday mornings spent catching up on blogs over breakfast. Road trips around the countryside with my boyfriend and dogs in tow. I need to have more early nights, to continue working out and eating healthily, and I need to force myself to have a lie-in now and again. Similarly, it’s not the end of the world if I don’t make that 7am HIIT class.
Life has a funny way of showing us when it’s time to make a change. It just sucks that it’s taken my face to swell up like a balloon to show me that.
Lots of love. xoxo