Life is Mundane Sometimes

Life is Mundane Sometimes

The annual exchange of ‘Happy New Year’ emails between my friends has finally ceased.  Most were full of well wishes for the year ahead and hopefulness that 2016 will be the best ever.  When I asked one UK friend how was it to be back at work after the obligatory, half-term, two week Christmas break, his reply was breathtakingly honest –  “It’s a bit depressing, given the weather, etc. All a bit, here we go again…..”. 

Learning to Let Go

I come from a family that is highly organised, maybe verging on OCD, one that likes detailed plans, spreadsheets, filing systems, order. (Only last night, my brother was sharing with me his online virtual spreadsheet that calculates the energy he generates from his home’s solar panels against the energy expended each day, complete with details of kilowatts spent and the cost. He was in data heaven). I’m anal in my own way. I plan my day, every day, even on the weekend, to the hour.  Wake at 6.00am. By 7.00am start exercising. 8.00am shower. 8.30 to 10.30 Work. 10.30 to 12.30 run errands.  Post office first, coffee, shopping. And so forth.  Yes, I even determine the order in which the errands should be completed based on ridiculous factors. I run my life like a military boot camp.