How are you?
Busy. So BUSY.
Is that your answer to that question whenever anyone asks you? Because it was mine.
Every. single. time.
I glorified busy.
I competed on the 'busy scale' with anyone else who said they were busy - subconsciously. But it was there. That judgment of (and I'll be 100% honest with you on this one) 'you're working 9-5 and you're telling me you're busy? That's not busy!' I absolutely cringe when I realise that's what I was thinking.
Glandular fever couldn't stop me. Twice. But a small car accident did. Thankfully the kids weren't in the car. It felt like my chest was going to explode and I couldn't breathe. My body was telling me that enough was enough. The busy had to stop.
I'd love to hear your thoughts on this first video blog!
With an open heart,