Take Time Out.
Updated: Aug 11, 2019
The first half of last week I worked my arse off. Really focused, really hardcore, military precision. I was exhausted by the time Wednesday night came around.
I had a mission. It was important that everyone was looked after because I needed the rest of the week off. I was going to see the Spice Girls in concert with one of my best friends. We've been friends over 20 years and we were "there the first time around" so we'd be damned if we were missing the Spice Girls at Wembley this time around. After 20 years, i'd finally get to see Ginger at Wembley!!! (She'd bailed last time I saw them)
You see, I may be mid 30s and probably well past my dancing on my pitch days but I needed this. I needed the nostalgia, the freedom, the fun, the feeling 13 again and giving my best Zig-a-zig-ah.
It wasn't just about talking time off work, it was taking time off of adulting, removing my brain from my task list, forgetting all the problems in my head, giving up on work for a couple of days.
And it was bloody worth it. The hundreds of pounds for tickets, the £8 a drink, the standing in the rain for 3.5 hours before they even came on stage, the getting squashed, punched, kicked. The physical pain (auto immune diseases rock), the getting my brand new bright white "baby" platform trainers getting dirty. TOTALLY FUCKING WORTH IT.
Find some thing that makes you feel like a kid again. Find that way out of the rat race, stop adulting for the day, just run riot and have fun. Forget about the nay-sayers, the doubters, the stiff upper lips. Let loose, run free, swing on the swings, slide down the slide.
Take Time Out.
Until Next Time,