Blonde's Eye View: Holiday blues
Angela Clarke made some important resolutions on holiday - and then went back to work
I recently enjoyed a holiday. For those whose last vacation was anything longer than two days ago, you may need reminding of the full out of work experience - it is amazing.
Sweet, sweet freedom, followed by sweet, sweet alcohol. Every day. On repeat. For a fortnight.
Each morning I rose, went swimming, breakfasted on fruit, read the newspapers, and strolled out into the world a fully rounded person.
Is this what it used to be like before the internet, email and constant communication turned life into a 24/7 dreadmill? You know, when there was still time?
I felt rested, healthy (even with those martini nightcaps), and well rounded.
Dammit, after I'd ploughed through my holiday reading, I even felt smarter. Being away had made me a better version of me. The latest upgrade. 2.Ange. I'd pimped my life.
I made a decision. I took charge of my destiny. I seized the cheese. Faced the fear. Ate the frog. Unlocked the secret (I was holidaying in North America, the home of self-help books).
The time for excuses had ended. There's the same number of hours in each day - 24 little beauties you can spend as you like.
If I wanted to take time to exercise, breakfast and read daily, then I would. I resolved to be better. To get the jump on those New Year's resolutions.
And then I went back to work. I overslept from jet lag, my phone battery failed, I missed swimming, the Jubilee line was suspended, people suddenly stopped in front of me in Canada Place. For. No. Reason.
I hadn't factored one thing into my manifesto for magnificent living - everyday life is annoying. I'm sighing as I write this, but roll on the Christmas holidays.
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