Work nightmares. You know the ones. Those that make you toss and turn at night. You can’t stop your mind from going a million miles an hour. Trying to solve problems all night long.
These dreams have been a curse for me for a long time. A stressful case at work will keep me up all night. So will urgent deadlines. An early morning flight will have me dreaming about sleeping through my alarm clock and waking up to a taxi in the driveway!
Worst of all are those dreams where I’m actually making up the problems – real or not.
And in the morning, I wake up feeling tired and stressed instead of refreshed. Continue Reading…
When I set my goals five years ago after the sudden death of my mother in law – goal number one was work less! Spend more time with my children. More time playing hairdressers and bouncing on the trampoline and making cakes and reading stories. Have more “dates” with my husband.
How have I gone with these goals? Well, right now it feels like I have failed miserably.
We tried to have a lovely family weekend away for our wedding anniversary (major error right there, who would have thought it would be a good idea to take a tween away for our anniversary!). It was relaxing (caveat the 12-year-old), we had fantastic food and tasted beautiful local wine. And then on Sunday, the anxiety started. Anxiety that I had dared to take Friday off work and now I need to catch up (read – bul*shit, I had already done my hours and more before well before Friday – there was no “time off”). Anxiety about work on Monday and Tuesday and the deadlines that were hitting and the wheels that were starting to fall off. Continue Reading…