I used to want to grab people by the throat whenever they bleated on about being busy.
Or when I would try and schedule a drinks date with a friend and the next available date in their diary would be six months from the moment I asked.
I used to sympathise with them aloud but then quietly berate them for showing off their busy social schedules whilst I had ten free Saturdays in a row, itching to be used up.
Until this year.
When life exploded and I had no time to myself anymore and I all of a sudden understood how stressful it can be when you just don’t have a moment’s peace.
I remember back to when I was at university and would worry about writing 3000 words in two months. I now probably write that in a day. Or when I used to complain about not having enough time to write more than two blog posts per week because I had a part time job and six contact hours. I’m lucky if I even write a tweet these days.
Now, I know it’s Christmas, I know this year has been particularly busy with all the weddings, christenings, engagement parties and birthdays as well as the grand old job of moving cities but I feel like my feet haven’t touched the ground since the clock struck midnight on 31st December last year and, if I’m honest? I am EXHAUSTED. I’m talking last legs, burnout, knackered, if you will. It has been non-fucking-stop for almost 12 months now, which has been a nice distraction from so much change, but it has absolutely had an effect on not only my mood but my appearance and my ability to stay awake past 9 o’clock most evenings.
Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for having so many wonderful people in my life and for even being invited to be a part of so many amazing celebrations. I am glad I took the plunge and moved to Bristol because, why not? And I have made so many amazing memories this year that I wouldn’t have if I had opted out of running around the country like a blue-arsed fly.
But if I’m honest? All I want to do – will do – this Christmas is hibernate with wine, food and family and do a whole lot of nothing.
And guess what? I can’t wait.