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  • Writer's pictureJenny Wynter

Part 1 of the “5 Things I Need to Change Round Here” Series

Things change. Just ask Bob.

For the record, let me assure you I have no intention of becoming a lifehacking blogger – I think the gazillion out there are doing a perfectly adequate job without my help.

But I have been really contemplating some changes that need to happen in my life; I started writing a list of them on here, only to realise very quickly that when it comes to each of them, I actually have quite a bit to say.

So rather than risk writing a novel on here (I love how I have the gall to refer to that kind of productivity as a ‘risk’), I’m doing what I do best in surviving the daily parenting grind of all three of my kidlets: I’m dividing and conquering.

Ergo, may I humbly present…


Tonight, after an extremely late night the eve before (spent seeing my dear friend from school days Sarah Collins’ very lovely show: seriously, I teared up more than once), I found myself pooped, irritable and heading straight for the computer to do my work…only to be interrupted by my hubby who staged a most brilliant intervention in the form of a candle lit bubble bath, incense and herbal tea. (And no, that’s not a metaphor).

And oh by heavens, was it needed. At the risk of going all Scooby Doo on your ass, what more can I say other than…

Note: I prefer to use said exclamation as one of wonder and general reverence.

It was halfway through this bath, however, as I was drinking a glass of lemon infused water (yes, he put LEMON in it. I don’t know why that makes me want to do jumping jacks but it does…) that I realised that I was engaging in a ridiculous quest to finish the water as quickly as possible.

Then it hit me. WHY THE FREAKING RUSH?

I know the answer of course. It’s a shocking habit which has been long entrenched: I eat fast, I type fast, I am obsessed with getting things done and making them happen…NOW! This ridiculous obsession with overachievement, no doubt stems back to losing my mother young, meaning that I realised very early on in my life that this life thing is most definitely finite and therefore, one should proceed through it trying to suck every last morsel out of it as quickly as possible – as though it were a buffet on a sushi train that might not ever come back.

The only problem is that – just like sculling my lemon infused water – I then rob myself of really experiencing the flavours. Worse still, I get indigestion. And worse even than that, is that even if I do manage to find enjoyment in there, within seconds I’ve digested it and it’s all over. Next.

Timely then that an hour or so later I read this great post  on Sarah Wilson’s blog (which I love more the longer I read it) about the need to slow things down and specifically, how “being great takes time.”

I do want to be great.

I do need to take time. (Longer timeframes on goals. For the small and big things).

And dear heavens, I need to engage in more bubbly bathdom.

(And no, that’s not a metaphor.)

I know what I need to do….but HOW?!??!?!?!

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