Well, I was yesterday at least.
No wine. No Diet Coke. Laid-back demeanor the WHOLE day.
It can’t last, of course.
No, I shouldn’t say that.
Because I really hope it does.
I could do with a little more zen in my life.
I wasn’t always so tightly wound. I spent the first 35 years on this earth exuding unflappable calm.
My nickname in my first workplace was Speedy. Because I loped my way gently through every day.
That all changed when I started editing Woman’s Day.
Nothing calm about that.
Every day – especially once I added children to the mix – was high octane.
Towards the end of my tenure I was so strung out I started having palpitations. I even had a heart monitor strapped to me for 24 hours to check my heart wasn’t on the fritz.
Even my recent 18 months as a stay-at-home mum didn’t chill me down. It just took a few of my sharpest edges off.
I don’t know why I think this week might finally be different, but it feels good. Peaceful almost.
It might be the kid-free holiday. Who knows?