There is always something

  

Today is my day off work. It’s just gone 4.31pm on a Tuesday and this is the first opportunity I’ve had all day to sit down and take a moment to just ‘be’. How is it, that even when I have had to justify to my training authority that I need my hours reduced to 80% full-time equivalent and incur the consequent pay reduction, I still find the task of setting aside time to rest and recuperate, watch and listen, be mindful of my surroundings, body, emotions and thoughts an interminable challenge? It seems that there is always something….even now, it’s time to stop writing this post and go catch a train to London.

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