Our brains are funny things. I’m never quite sure whether we have control of them or if they have control of us. Continue reading “The Future is Mine to Shape”
It has been a week since I came crashing down to Earth after spending the best few days in Dublin, and I thought that it was about time I talked about it.
Yesterday, when I returned from a blissful Sunset Spa at Whittlebury Hall, my dad said that he didn’t think I realised how stressed I was. To begin with I said I did know; after all, that was why I booked the spa retreat in the first place. However, when I woke up this morning with no aches, no pains, and having slept straight through the night, I realised that maybe he was right.
I have a whole bookcase full of books that I have not yet read. There might be 100, I’m not certain, I’ve never been brave enough to count.
I know this is now incredibly late; Advent is over, Christmas has passed and we’re a week into the new year, but I did complete my days of kindness and wanted to write a final post to reflect that.
Christmas spirit is an interesting thing. For some, it starts to seep into consciousness mid-September, before we’ve even hit Halloween. For others, it’s around about the last week of November: just after the Americans celebrate Thanksgiving. For me, it’s a feeling that really appears when December arrives, but it’s often been hovering in the background for a while; it shows itself in the application of Christmas bedlinen or the occasional Christmas soundtrack.
A lot of this week’s kindness was to myself. I was reminded that you cannot pour from an empty cup and that sometimes you have to look after yourself before you look after others.