Sally chose the word this week.
Things are quite stressful here at the moment – lots going on, lots on the to-do list, and added complications springing up left and right. At any point there are so many things to do – yesterday I spent the day so paralysed by not knowing where to start that… I didn’t. It’s quite exhausting, knowing that in any given time period, there is more that needs doing than you could possibly do. So, one day this week, I was racing round busily ticking things off the list while my husband picked the kids up – dishwasher emptied, dinner on, laundry away, table cleared… and I went into the living room and thought about tidying and hoovering before they got back, but for some reason, I didn’t. I saw my library book, and the cup of tea in my hand and I sat down in the armchair and curled my feet under me. I opened my book. The cat, seeing a rare lap-opportunity, leapt aboard and started to purr furiously, and I felt contentment lap over me like a wave. Those fifteen minutes with armchair, Dickens, tea and a purring cat restored my equilibrium.
I think it’s easy to get into the habit of thinking that happiness depends on doing stuff – getting where you’re going, doing this, getting that done, moving onto the other – and to an extent, we do need to keep moving, keep learning, keep achieving. But sometimes it’s OK to step off the path and enjoy the view from where you are – sometimes things can look pretty good from halfway up the mountain.