Over the last month, I have consciously sought to make changes in my life. You see, I’d arrived at one of those times in life where a small comment someone else made caused me to stop and reconsider all that I was trying to do. I’ve written before about trying to do too much. I like to think I have the time do it all, but I don’t.
My work-life balance simply wasn’t sustainable. I was spending so much time busy trying to stay on top of everything, that I ended up forgetting things and I never managed to get as much done as I had hoped to. So I hit pause on a bunch of things, saw the GP, and deferred a number of things to next academic year.
In some ways it’s been lovely, I have the time I need to really be able to focus on my MEng research project and to also do the things I need to do so I feel whole again. I realised that I needed desperately to become a new me. I need to be physically active. I need to craft, cook, bake, blog, knit, crochet, read (things that aren’t research related), but most of all I need to enjoy the time I do have to spend with the Boy.
In fact, because I took a bit of a step backwards with Uni stuff, I was able to show the Boy how to use paper mache to make the pirate’s hat he was meant to take into school the week after half-term. I can’t say that crafting with my child is always fun – he grew tired after painting about 1/4 of the brim, but it is always worthwhile. He also made an adorable little parrot with an eye-patch and a peg-leg to take into school out of some toilet paper rolls tubes that we’d originally painted ages ago to turn into monsters.
Seven days into February I did something else for me. I joined a gym that’s within walking distance of one of the rail stations I usually travel from. It’s a women’s only gym where I have unlimited access to classes, personal trainers, and all the equipment I need. However, none of that is what sold me on this particular gym – that’s all down to E who showed me around and not only is a personal trainer, but also a back injury specialist & lover of sparkly shoes!
I feel incredibly old writing that having access to a back injury specialist is important to me, but it really is. When I was four (I think) I fell from the second floor to the first floor of my parents house and landed on the dining room table. (That’s first to ground for all the Brits reading this!) Due to that fall and a number of other incidents over the years a bit of my spine is compressed and while I want to be active and fit again, I don’t want to hurt myself further in the process.
I would be remiss if I neglected to mention that turning 33 came in the middle of all this and made me realise that I might only have lived one-third of my life so far. I want to do things now that make the next two-thirds as amazing as they possibly can. I want to make sure that not only am I physically here when my son needs me, but that I’m healthy enough to truly be present.
Have you made any changes in your life recently? I’d love to hear about what steps you’re taking so that you feel in control of your life.