Hygge and the art of chilling the f**k out!
It’s a mizzly* Tuesday evening. Nothing planned. Daughter is in bed, husband is out and it’s cold and dark outside. From the moment the child woke up, I’ve spent all day on what feels like a dizzying hamster wheel. Meetings, emails, social media, food shopping, jobs around the house, arranging more meetings, planning stuff, sending overdue messages, making lists, washing clothes, wiping stuff and lots of apologizing (mostly things that I have forgotten to do or didn’t do very well in the first place). And have I achieved anything? No, not really.