I just wanted to say a quick hello to get off my chest where I'm at. I think I'm at home. I am...but I'm at a point where I do have to stop and think. Over the past 2 weeks I've been to the Gold Coast, out to Dalby, to Adelaide twice, to Melbourne six times and to Hobart twice. Crazy travel. I keep waking up and having to think about where I am.
I just got home tonight and I feel like I've just come off a ship, as I'm still rocking/swaying - but it's from flying. 7 flights in the past 2 days will probably do that! The crazy travel is over
|Sunrise this morning|
At the start of the month, I knew that this would be an insane period, and I tried to plan.
I didn't do a great job. In fact, I dismally failed. I tried to manage it anyway... I attempted to go to one hotel gym last week but that was an utter fail. I haven't tried since. (The Fitness Centre was on the same floor of my hotel last night - did that make me feel guilty or what?) I have hardly been in Brisbane to attend boot camp. And my diet has consisted of a combination of aeroplane snacks, room service and food delivered to me at my desk because I've been too busy to move.
I could dissect what I did wrong, or how I could have done better. I could beat myself up about it or continue feeling down on myself, like I have the past few days.
But what good would that serve?
|Snow! In Tasmania today|
It's a bit weird that I'm thinking this way. This #crazytravel isn't the norm for me, but it's not like it's the first time I've fallen off the wagon over the past 2 years, for whatever reason. I'm pretty sure we all know that I'm the Queen of falling off the wagon. But for the first time, I'm feeling a bit different about it.
Somewhere today, at some point while I was above the clouds, I realised what I need to do.
This is going to sound very brash for someone as emotional and sensitive as me. But I realised I need to let it go, look at the big picture, suck it up, make a plan, and move on.
Dwelling on my bad choices or externally enforced time constraints isn't going to fix what's happened. And in the big picture, it's just 2 weeks.
Please don't get me wrong. I am not happy with myself and I know that if I have goals, I need to work at them.
But that's the point. There's no benefit in feeling down or sad, like I've started to do. I just have to move on and make things better. The more time I spend dwelling on past mistakes is less time and effort I have in making it work.
|Above the clouds|
Give me a couple of days to settle back home and I will be raring to keep going.
I'm trying to keep perspective and not dwell...very grownup of me! ;)
If you've had a downfall of your own kind, join me here. Let's draw a line in the sand, take a deep breath and keep going. We still have this, I promise :) xo