The secret to doing less

You know that feeling of HAVING to do everything around the place? It’s that thought that if you don’t do it, it won’t get done. The feeling that you are responsible for every aspect of home life as well as work and everything in between. My husband says to me all the time: “You don’t have to do everything.” To which I will typically …

The list you need to make this New Year

Following on from the pre-Christmas intention setting, there will be no grand declarations of goals and plans for 2015 here today. Not because I have none – simply because I’ve had them for some time. Have been working on them diligently for months. And will continue to work on them diligently tomorrow. And revise and detour as I go. Instead, for …

Five tips for when you’re too busy

If you’re waiting for life to slow down all by itself, with no intervention on your part, you’re going to be a busy lady for a long time. I know that feeling, when you keep spinning your wheels, telling yourself you’ll relax when it’s all done and dusted. That you’ll have a break soon, when things aren’t so busy. That …

How to not buckle under your busyness

 Here’s a heads up for you: it’s not your workload or to do list that’s the problem. Not really. As an anti-busyness crusader (yep, my new title) there’s much I could say against your workload, and I invariably will. Because mostly, women are trying to do way too much, at a cost to their health and happiness. But, if you’re …

The burden of busyness

This past couple of weeks have verged on a little out of control around here. I knew February and March were going to be full on – birthdays, a wedding, lots of travel for conferences and presentations, an event and a wedding anniversary. Add in some work as well, somewhere in there, and the usual run of kids commitments and feeding …

Being bad…

I would hate for you to have the wrong idea. I know there are a lot of show reels online – people showing the best highlights of their life – so in the interests of keeping it real, I’ll happily confess I’m no saint. I’m no Mother of the Year, no gourmet super-foodie, no poster girl of health. I don’t …