And Breathe

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A full week: full of people, full of televised Olympics, daughter's dog staying for a few days, visitors in the holiday cottage, friends coming to stay at the weekend.  All great, all welcome.

There is an archaeological dig going on up on Penycloddiau on the Iron Age hillfort.  I really want to walk up and look at it.  Writing that makes me realise that I have lost it a bit.  How can I not have time to visit an excavation within walking distance of my house, just about forty minutes away up on the hills?


Today was the first day I snatched ten minutes in my hut since Monday.

Slow down, calm, down and breathe.....

Does this happen to you?

Comments

  1. Victoria Summerley3 August 2012 at 20:28

    Does it happen to me? I've hardly had time to go in the garden, let alone somewhere forty minutes away! I have a guest staying, kids coming and going, and work, which is made more complicated, but oh so exciting by the Olympics. There'll be other days to snatch a couple of hours in your hut, Elizabeth xx

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  2. Annie Cholewa3 August 2012 at 20:28

    Yes, all the time! But you have the shepherd's hut, so get in there girl and unwind a bit!

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  3. Suman3 August 2012 at 20:43

    Sometimes I feel like a restless robot, till one of those monstrous migraines interferes and I realise it's time to sit back for a while.
    How lucky to have an ongoing excavation so nearby; hope you get to catch the remaining bit after a good break in that oh so cozy hut.

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  4. Melody3 August 2012 at 20:53

    Happens all the time...
    Can we get that printed on a t-shirt, or tea mug? "Slow down, calm down and breathe."

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  5. Lynne3 August 2012 at 22:05

    How is that hut, by the way . . . Cozied up and comfy!?

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  6. Paul Steer3 August 2012 at 22:07

    Yes, and it takes real effort to get out of the busy mindset.

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  7. Carolyn ♥3 August 2012 at 22:51

    Yes, too often than not. Today I am working on the breathing.

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  8. Pondside4 August 2012 at 08:23

    You've been here before, Elizabeth, but then it was a train out of London. Different time and place but the same fix. I don't know what the solution is. Perhaps if you remind me, and I remind you we'll each stop to breathe more often. I'm sometimes horribly stricken with the thought that life is going to quickly and that I'm not paying enough attention. I hope you get up to that dig and then into your little hut.

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  9. Anonymous4 August 2012 at 08:48

    I know exactly where you are. I'm new to holiday cottages and I've my first back-to-back lettings. So why am I commenting on your blog? - I'm breathing and waiting for the cakes to cool! Then it's back to being a whirling dervish until I can escape and go and talk to my tomatoes. Mind you if I had a lovely shepherds hut you've never ever get me out!

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  10. Frances4 August 2012 at 14:00

    Oh yes, Elizabeth. I understand this feeling completely. It's the reason that I have recently embarked on my latest attempt to clear more hours from prior outside commitments. So far, the transition is going well as I attempt some behavior modification.

    xo

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  11. VP4 August 2012 at 15:47

    All too familiar here too :(

    Seeing this is a good reminder that I need to stop and look for a bit too, thank you.

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  12. Fennie4 August 2012 at 18:30

    What did you do in you hut for ten minutes? I am just snatching ten minutes now. I can't imagine you as a pfaffer; whereas I could pfaff for Britain: maybe I'd win a gold medal. Time can slip through my fingers like dry sand. I am not pfaffing now - but could equally be flicking through Wikipedia pfaffing.

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  13. materfamilias4 August 2012 at 18:55

    I've been trying to remember to slow down, to sort out what's really important and let some of the other stuff go . . . but it's tough. Glad you managed to grab ten minutes -- hope you grab some more this weekend.

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  14. Dobby4 August 2012 at 20:01

    It's either all or nothing at over here. Even a three day weekend doesn't always help!

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  15. Marcheline5 August 2012 at 15:28

    Yes, it does. However, I must say that if I had an Iron Age hill fort near my house, I'd be ON THAT. Go, girl! And tell us all about it!

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  16. Helen/patientgardener5 August 2012 at 19:41

    I make a point of keeping a weekend free when I have had a couple of busy weekends. Working full time it is the only way I can keep up with things but also gives me me time which is essential for my mental well-being. I have learnt to be quite selfish about me time and it has made a huge difference. Book some me time in your diary now!

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  17. Elizabeth Musgrave6 August 2012 at 16:44

    Well at least I am not alone! Actually I am right now, sitting in the shepherd's hut and blessing Ian for the wi fi!

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