I have been going through some very stressful times recently. I have worked pretty much none stop for the last six weeks, and have had some pretty big practical, mental, and emotional challenges to face within that time.
Last weekend I decided to allow myself a day off. I met a friend for coffee in the morning, and I whinged and moaned, and generally verbalised a lot of stuff that I have been carrying round with me. You would think that might have helped, but no, I came away from the meeting feeling miserable and angry about all the stuff that has been happening. Although I had spent a good couple of hours setting the world to rights, I did not feel any better for it. I’m pretty sure my poor friend didn’t feel great either (I have sent her an apology). Read more