I’m introducing the week with a new series – Slow Living Weekend to share some of the little moments from our weekends together. Even though we see a lot of each other every day when our house is both home and office, the weekends are extra special and we try and plan something so we can switch off and appreciate where we are. So here’s the first.
We drove out to the Isle of Grain on Sunday, us, the kids and my brother who was visiting. We walked along the sea wall, hunted for treasures on the shell beach and borrowed other peoples dogs for a minute or two as they stopped to bark and sniff us on their way past. This is about as far away from it all as you can get. Perfect clarity.
I’d like more moments like these this year, where my mind isn’t always racing and thinking about what I’ve got to do next. I was talking about January with a friend of mine recently and how, even with the best of intentions, somehow it’s really hard to get started after the buzz and excitement of the New Year celebrations. Logically for most of us it’s when we turn our attentions to making new plans and, maybe through a prosecco fuelled haze it can seem like the year ahead is going to be one wonderful roller coaster. But, she said, what if we actually just used this month to quietly recover, hibernate, reflect and use it as an interlude to work out what it is that we need from ourselves, to be kinder to ourselves instead of beating ourselves up with resolutions. And I loved that.
So this is my January. No pressure. No expectation. I don’t have to be doing everything all at once, just one thing at a time with all my focus. Sounds a much better approach, don’t you think?