It’s half nine on a Saturday morning, and I’ve been relishing my first ‘free’ time of the week for two and a half hours.
In that time I’ve cuddled cats, listened to music, and re-read some more of The Longer Long Tail. It’s as periliously close to doing nothing as I feel comfortable with. I’m giving myself some ‘time off’ because over the past few weeks, I’ve hit a lot of fairly extreme highs and lows, and I want to establish more of a balance. The only time you fail is when you quit, right?