I am the kind of person who always needs to understand how and why things occur. I become madly irritated by people who breeze over reason in order to accommodate their particular world view.
It has been many a long year since so many things went horribly wrong at once. It seems that every area of my life has taken a hit in the last 3 months and I am left reeling.
Normally I would tie myself in knots trying to understand exactly what happened and why – and I did begin to do that, until today.
For the first time in well, forever, I woke up thinking ‘to hell with this!’ and took myself and my broken toe to the beach. I spent a wonderful, quiet day, on my own, doing nothing more demanding than watching the wave surfing at Big Bay.
I realised that a stolen day is like a restart button for humans. It needs to be pressed every now and then.
My life was still waiting for me when I got back, but at least I faced it tanned, relaxed and full of pizza!