I was at the physio yesterday. [I like this lady. She is smart and she listens and she knows what she's doing. Top Notch].
So, I was back at her office, checking in with my progress on an old injury, which I’ve [finally!] decided to do something about. I was telling her how I’d been going with my exercises and she was planning some more for me. I’ve been doing them all [I reported]. Except that boring, easy one. I dropped that one.
So, Alex [she said]. What I know about you [she continued] is this: you like a challenge. You like the exercises that hurt, the ones that let you know you’re achieving something.
Yes! [I replied] She was right: I feel most capable, confident and fulfilled when I’m really pushing myself.
It’s true for most people. It is often tempting to take the easy option, but it’s the really challenging route, the one that demands all you have, that tends to reveal your best self and deliver the most satisfying results.
Is it just me who loves wearing new season clothes?
I don’t mean NewNew [although I have to say, I do love me some new clothes...oooh!] I just mean stuff that I haven’t worn in a while. You know, not since last winter.
It’s like moving house, walking a new route to work, sitting at a new cafe or reading a magazine that you don’t normally pick up. That freshness encourages a new perspective, makes you feel more inspired, boosts your engagement with the outside world.
I was hanging out the washing, just as the light was softening and My Little One was running around the garden, boots on/pants off [the best way to explore].
And there she was, proudly showing off a castle of cushions that she had dragged outside. Rest!Rest!RestMama! she cried, pointing to her creation, inviting me to lie down.
And so I did rest. I stopped hanging and I lay down with her. And we held hands and listened to the birds in the big tree above our house. And I felt all teary inside, so blessed.