Post Holiday Blue-ness

Technically speaking, I'm not sure if i even qualify for being allowed to have the Post Holiday Blues; I mean, I haven't 'officially' even been on a holiday. Nonetheless, i'm feeling it. To save time and to allow me to wallow just a little longer, let's just call it a Working-Abroad-Occupational-Hazard.

As i sit here, in my super attractive sweatpants, 26 thermal base layers and my trusty pair of uggs, I am reminded of two things; 1. that the irony of actually having a tan but having to cover it up with a million layers is almost unspeakable, and 2. that I never learnt how to turn on the central heating so I must sit here and contemplate life whilst watching my breath appear as vapour in front of my face. 

These two things alone account for majority of my post holiday blue-ness. That, and the pile of laundry that i have sitting in the middle of my floor, staring incessantly at me. 

I have now moved my freezing body complete with uggs into bed. Is that wrong at 4 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon? Actually don't answer that. Let's just say that as I haven't slept for the past 24 hours due to the taking 4 babies on a plane scenario, it's ok on this occasion. As i pull my duvet up to my chin and flick the switch for my beloved electric blanket, I glance out my window. It's almost completely dark outside! Um, when did winter happen? 

After speaking to a friend this afternoon, they told me that they'd read somewhere that the average recovery time for Post Holiday Blues is 8 days and 22 hours. Ahem, so if this theory is correct, and my mathematics hasn't failed me, I should be good to go, and back to my happy and cheery self next Tuesday at 2pm! Ha, watch this space.

And for those of you who see me before the blues have worn away, i apologise in advance!

Much love and loads of kisses xx

Your mountain is waiting...

I don't know about you, but my first response to change isn't always that of wide open arms & reckless abandon. I am the kind of girl who loves a good routine and is pretty happy to have a 'plan' for everything > just ask my flatmates! They joke that at times, i even need a plan to make plans. Go figure...

Anyway, earlier this year, I received a phone call that would be certain to change my working world forever. I had been in London for 9 years and had found myself in a super beautiful, very comfortable and totally amazing job. Then one unsuspecting January day, i was offered a new, daunting yet exciting, demanding yet inviting job. In all honesty, my first response was to say no (because that would be easier & far less complicated), but then something in me started wondering if change was actually something my life was in need of. Despite being totally freaked out about the prospect of leaving my lovely, safe job, I took a few moments to articulate what I wanted my life to look like over the next few years.

After much thought and consideration, I decided that even though it was going to be a serious shock to my very relaxed system, I knew I needed to embrace the change that was set before me. I couldn't quite get my head around the logistics of changing jobs, nor could i completely understand the poignantly bittersweet feeling of leaving a job I absolutely adored. All I knew is that I was ready for a new challenge.

I tearfully resigned my beloved post and signed a new contract.

And now I find myself on the eve of this fabulous new frontier. Looking at this (freaking) massive journey set before me, wondering what on earth I have done. And is it here I need to keep reminding myself that my mountain is waiting, and it is well and truly time to get on my way! So off i go, one step at a time, on this new journey of mine.

I don't know what the future holds, but one thing i do know is that I am glad that i took the leap of faith and embraced the opportunity set before me. No doubt, the road will not always be straight, and sometimes it may seem more uphill than down, but oh, the adventures i'm set to have!

Can't wait to see the view x

Anaïs Nin: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom”