Apologies for this week's drawing, not my finest attempt at an illustration but I tried!
This week has been all about adjusting. Adjusting back to bBritishtime zones, which Grandad managed far more successfully then either I or The Husband. We feel back on an even keel now but there were a few days of waking very early and being exhausted by late afternoon. With it, though, I seem to have adjusted into being an early riser and I am revelling in it. It is so lovely to get up in a morning feeling alert and ready for the day, so much better to go to work feeling prepared, and I'm really enjoying actually chatting to The Husband in the morning rather than grunting at him from under the covers. Even when I was working from home and didn't need to do my commute I got up and took the dog on a long walk rather than spend the extra hour in bed and felt all the better for it. Maybe it's time to stop telling myself I'm not a morning person and see if I can make this stick!
The adjustment to the British weather hasn't been too difficult as we had quite a lot of rain while we were away. In fact I've been quite enjoying the crisp blue February mornings and feeling like spring is just around the corner. It's part of the joy of being home after a long spell away but I seem to have been noticing my surroundings a lot more, the buildings, the birds, the sun turning the sky glorious shades of pink! It all sounds very Disney I realise but I have been appreciating the little things, and feeling all the happier for it. I've joined back in with Amanda's #celebratingdailiness project, and I think that has been contributing too - check out my contributions on twitter.
The adjustment of being back at work hasn't been too painful, and it has been lovely to be back in our own house, particularly as it was looking so homely! I've been making an effort to keep on top of the little chores and keep things relatively tidy, to maintain that feeling of calm and sanctuary for as long as possible.
I came home with lots of big ideas, it was a new month, the end of our trip and I was going to start a whole new way of life. Daily yoga, regular running, meal planning, meditation, organisation, I was going to be the best possible me all at once. As soon as jetlag hit it became quickly apparent that it wasn't going to happen quite like that. I have had to adjust my perfectionist tendencies, and resist the urge to berate myself when by Tuesday I had opted for an early night instead of ticking off the jobs list and going on a run. I'm still on the quest to make some changes but I've accepted it isn't all going to happen this week. Rather than giving up on it all and writing it off as a failure, which would be my normal approach, I'm keeping the same goals in mind but taking it step by step.
Linking up with Jocelyn's Word of the Week project.