Sometimes I want to write but don’t know what to write about.
A thousand and one things rattling around inside my head that are eager to be expressed
but life takes up so much time,
and I take up so much time mentally decompressing after a flurry of activity.
I went home for the holiday and that was nice to be home.
It was also intense and peopley.
But really nice.
It has taken me a week to decompress.
More holidaying to come will mean more time to decompress.
I am lucky/grateful in having time off over this festive period to do just that.
It’s an underrated healing tactic.