Moving on. Who am I?!

Hi!

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

now, until the next time.  The travel's been a little bit for running and theatre, but mainly for work.

At the start of the month, I knew that this would be an insane period, and I tried to plan.

Sort of.  

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

And I have to keep the big picture in mind: in the big scheme of the world, especially now, I am extremely blessed.

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