Insomniacs and new parents, please look away now, but on Saturday night I had eleven hours sleep. I woke to feel, for once, fully awake and properly rested, but even writing it down feels like a confession.I've always had a strange relationship with rest. When I was seven, I was confined to bed for a… Continue reading …rested
I’ve been reflecting today on my addiction to busyness, which I’ve come to think of as ‘the doing disease’. I like to think I’m in remission, but at my worst, I rarely sat still. Before all of this, everyone I knew was constantly busy. Busyness was worn like a badge of honour. We humble-bragged about… Continue reading …busy
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