Feeling bright and sunny one day earlier this week, I felt compelled to write to you to lament that I am done with the great British love of complaining.
However, in a delightful twist of irony, I’m gonna complain to you.
Because this week has also felt weird, wonderful, confusing, tiring.
Why so many adjectives, you may wonder; Big life change? Work change? Relationship worries?
No.
It’s because the clocks went forward.
I know. It’s pathetic, I know.
Somehow, I just completely *missed* the clocks going forward so I woke up as normal on Sunday morning at 7am when my alarm went off. But I didn’t feel refreshed or like I’d actually had a good night’s sleep. My eyes were heavy, I felt groggy and generally just a bit confused if I’m honest.
With basically all clocks adjusting automatically, it wasn’t until around half an hour later that I caught sight of my trusty analogue Lumie alarm clock that I realised what had happened.
It appeared to set the tone for the week - alongside this shit show weather we’re having - as I was soon reunited with my snooze button and slow mornings were a thing again. While I’m grateful that I’ve built a life that can allow for this behaviour shift, I can’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed.
But really what struck me later in the week was that despite the perceived ‘lazy’ mornings, oversleeping, to-do lists abandoned, delayed dog walks to avoid torrential rain etc. I wasn’t beating myself up about it.
Only a few months ago it was highly likely that I would’ve beat myself up about it all. I’d have spoken to myself in a tone and using words I would never dream of using with my friends, or anyone for that matter. Instead I found myself just kind of… accepting it?
And the funny thing is, the house is still standing, clients are still happy, the dog’s tail is still wagging.
Everything was fine.
My word and intention in yoga this week was growth. And despite it being very disorienting, tiring, and honestly a touch annoying, growth feels good.
We’ll take it.
I hate moaning, so thanks for sticking with me if you’ve made it here. And feel free to hit reply or leave a comment and have a moan to me. I’m here for you, babes.