Just Keep Swimming

When  a busy period ends the temptation is to stop.  To sit in the rocking chair and make burbling noises, gently hugging yourself. When you are in the middle of a 'running around like an idiot' phase everyone tells you how nice it will be when it's all over.  The truth is that it isn't very nice.  It's boring.  You have time to think.  You go over, what you would have done better or differently.  You are tired and the slightest thing makes you feel a bit weepy.  Your throat is sore and you seem to have only half the vocal power you had the previous week and you have no reason to keep going.  You could stop, get sick, stay in bed all day and watch Jeremy Kyle (although, shouting at the TV is out because of the lack of voice).

Over the years I have learnt that it is best to find displacement activities, to gently ease myself into rest.  Go to lunch, tidy cupboards, finish knitting jumpers, make cakes and just keep swimming.

Beginning of Midsummer Night Dream Cakes

Of course, none of this displacement activity stops you feeling tired, weepy and endlessly thinking about what you could have done better so bear with me if I'm not my usual bouncy self.