On Monday last week I was exhausted. The week before had been fairly busy at work, and then of course there’d been uni at the weekend, so I was tired by Monday morning. I could have just worked a normal day in the office, but instead I arrived at 7.45 on Monday morning and left at 1.45am on Tuesday. This is not something I recommend, and it’s not something I do often these days.
Of course this meant I was exhausted for the rest of the week. However I also had quite a nice time. (more…)
…because it’s 10pm and I’m still in the office. So no ramblings about what I’ve been thinking about over the last seven days; instead, here’s what I’ve been doing. (more…)
I just spent a good few minutes staring into the middle distance in my office, trying to work out how to theme this post and what to write at the beginning of it. Then I opened my notebook and flicked through it absently. Then I clicked on my WhatsApp window and scrolled down a couple of conversations I’ve had with friends.
Then I snapped out of it and just started to write.
Normally I open these weekly round-ups with a spiel about something that’s been on my mind over the last few days, but very little has been in my head this week except a constant spinning to-do list, rolling down into an eternal deep. (more…)
I’ve been thinking about balance and boundaries this week. A lot of people assume I’m bad at balance because I do so many things, but I’m actually surprisingly good at it. I know this because I used to be awful.
When I worked in advertising I used to work a 70-hour week almost every week. I also had a commute that ranged between four and seven hours per day depending on where we were living; and I worked in an industry that required me to go out almost every night drinking. It was not a healthy way to exist. (more…)
The beginning of February is marked by Imbolc, a traditional Celtic festival which heralds the start of spring. I swear winter gets later and later each year, and there are few signs of spring yet here in the UK. Personally I love the cold dark seasons, so this suits me fine, but I feel for my friends who find the dark days disheartening.
Back when I lived in Sussex as a teenager I’d go walking across the downs in February looking for Imbolc snowdrops, but now that I live in London it’s less easy to find time to head into the countryside, although I do live near several parks and a nature reserve on the river Thames. (more…)
When I was seven years old, we had Circle Time at school. Circle Time was when we all sat on the floor in a circle and discussed a topic of the day. This particular day’s topic was “my dream life.” The idea was that you could choose absolutely anything – the best existence you could possibly think of, even if it had no chance of ever coming true. (more…)
This week I’ve been thinking about Marie Kondo, because so has everyone else. From everything I’d ever heard about her, I thought I’d strongly dislike her. The phrase “spark joy” makes me think of a peppy blonde American woman who assumes you can happy your problems away. You know the ones: the people who tell you the power of positive thinking will cure your chronic illness.
I’m a pretty tidy person by nature; whenever I put stuff down on a surface, I automatically put it down precisely aligned. This amuses and occasionally concerns people. And from what I’d heard of Marie Kondo besides the “spark joy” phrase, it sounded like her approach to tidying was just common sense: do you need it? do you like it? If the answer to both of those questions is ‘no’, then throw it away.
The reality is a little more complicated than that. And since I had some Netflixing time this week anyway, I thought I’d check out her show, which I liked. (more…)
I don’t really go in for “New Year, New Me,” partly because I think it’s probably futile and also because there’s not a lot about myself I’d like to fundamentally change. I do have some plans for the year, and a couple of things I’d like to do more of, but no resolutions as such.
Relatedly: I’ve been thinking about this tweet. (more…)
A few months ago, tired of people going “How do you fit it all in?!”, I started a blog series to answer that exact question. It was partly for other people but also partly for me; I wasn’t sure how I fitted it all in either. The answer used to be “I barely sleep” but these days I’m often in bed by 8pm, sometimes significantly earlier, so I knew it wasn’t that.
But apparently I still manage to live many lives and do loads of things. So how do I do it? This week marks week 21 of my ‘How Do You Fit It All In?’ series so I thought I’d go back through them and work out if there’s a direct answer to that question. (more…)
The latest instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. (more…)