22 Apr We’re busy doing nothing, working the whole day through, trying to find lots of things not to do.
This weekend a few things really slapped me in the face spoke to me. They were all about being busy. This time last year, Matt and I, with the kids, were endeavouring to change our life. Our life had been about achievement, work, and success. But, eventually, that focus became our undoing. Matt was stressed and not very well, and I ended up diagnosed with post-natal depression (I actually now think that the pregnancy hormone craziness was just the straw that broke the camel's back - post-natal depression is rarely just about the babies in my experience). We were strung out, exhausted, on...