Really, properly, honestly relaxed.
By all rights, I shouldn’t be.
Work is manic (so manic I forgot to go to lunch at all today. Really difficult in a school where there are buzzers and bells aplenty). Life is busy with visits and training and all. But I’m good. I’m working hard, yes, but I feel good. Serene, almost – were it possible for someone as hyper as me to be serene!
Maybe it’s all the speeches I give 4T about embracing ‘constructive’ stress (pass that test! Make that deadline! Give it your best shot!) and channeling out ‘destructive’ stress (talk to someone! Hit a pillow! Go to the gym!) – they seem to be having an effect on me! In amongst the fizzy whizzy busy, I feel centred and capable and ready
I feel pretty darn blessed. Because I am.