I cried when I arrived home from work yesterday.
I felt so completely knackered – both emotionally and physically, and I just couldn’t stop the tears from coming.
And honestly, when you’re at that point, why even bother trying to keep them in?
You always feel a heck of a lot better after a good cry. (Or at least I do.)
I have this really bad habit of wanting to do so many things, and do them all perfectly, that I drive myself to exhaustion. And instead of working on keeping this in check, I blithely bop along, operating at warp speed, until I find myself weeping over my chesterfield (or my ottoman.)
Mr. M was pretty darn concerned and suggested we go for a walk around our neighbourhood as a means of getting out of our heads, of letting go of the day.
I was more than happy at the thought of scampering about in the late afternoon sunshine.
Especially because we live in an absolutely stunning area of New West.
And wouldn’t you know, the tears stopped.
Seriously, there is nothing better than the sun and a spring breeze to help you see the forest for the trees.
(The Importance of Being Earnest available on Netflix may have also had something to do with this. And NYT crossword books. And Japanese candy that the beautiful Alissa gifted me from her recent rip to Tokyo.)
How do unwind after a particularly trying day?
Let’s go for a walk and you can tell me all about it.