Hello.

It has been a few weeks since I’ve written this newsletter and in that time I’ve had the pleasure of turning a year older. While I’m a very reflective person, like many people I become even more reflective around the time of my birthday. I start to think about what I have achieved, what I have not achieved. I start to get granular in my thoughts and start to think about particular conversations I’ve had and if I came across as awkward, or did I manage to get my point across exactly how I wanted to?

Yet, what I have thought most about in the lead up to 33 and post turning 33 is how I see rest. I see rest as a reward. I see the right to rest based on how productive I have been. I think about rest in relation to how many things I’ve ticked off my to-do-list each week, or how many mum tasks I’ve managed to get through in the day, or if I’ve managed to get through all my personal admin and make the calls to family and friends that are long overdue. I see rest as a reward when the truth is rest is a right.