Since I started working in London in 2006, and started living here in 2010, I feel like I've aged. It's hard to know whether this is a natural side effect of transitioning from your 20s to your 30s, but I feel more tired these days, and less enthusiastic about life in London than I've ever done before. I find myself longing for the chance to shut myself in a quiet room in the countryside, with nothing but birdsong and buzzing insects for company. I feel like I want some peace and quiet. Some calm and restoration.
My body feels it too. Last night I got home after rushing around all day: a circuits class at 7am, back-to-back meetings and deadlines, no time for a lunch break, no time to think. I walked home, lay on my bed, closed my eyes and felt awful. Then the doorbell rang. Our Sainsbury's delivery. I peeled myself off the bed and spent another half an hour checking things off the receipt and stuffing them into cupboards. Finally I sat down, but felt too tired and too ill to do anything except go to bed at 9pm without any dinner. And today? I woke up with a sore throat. Great.
So today I've cleared my diary for the weekend. No after work drinks on Friday, no meeting up with friends, no busy brunches or shopping trips. Just me, the flat, the cats, maybe a film or two, a potter round the quiet streets, and of course several cups of tea. Thankfully Museum Selection recently came to my rescue with this beautiful teacup and saucer and an Elephant Earl Grey Tea Caddy, which will be the perfect way to start my calm, collected weekend of recuperation.
Here's what else I have in store:
- A good book (currently The Seas by Samantha Hunt)
- A hot bath and a face mask
- A yoga class on Saturday
- A decent lie in (after an early night)
- Wholesome, healthy food
- Planning a week ahead that includes downtime
- A leafy autumn park walk
What have you got in store this weekend?