Bone deep weariness trickles through my whole body like honey. Flesh lies heavy and muscle turns to water. The world begins to take on a different aspect through these tired eyes – edges softened, borders blurred, lights dimmed… Because sometimes you just need to sleep. And sometimes you just need to let yourself sleep. When we resist rest, we deny ourselves the chance to refill our well… we deny ourselves the chance to dream. Today, promise me this. Promise me that when you’re tired, you’ll rest. If it means that you have to say no, that you have to postpone, that you have to make alternative arrangements… do what you…

If I were to picture my inner critic, she would probably look a lot like this. The cool fixed gaze. The stark contrast between light and dark, black and white – no shades of grey here…. The set of the chin. The drawing down of the brow. The straight nose. The pressed lips. I imagine that her name is Rosamond, and that she is invested in the upholding of the ingrained Scottish Protestant work ethic which dogs my waking hours. She tells me to “haud my wheesht”* when I want to complain about something. Rosamond doesn’t have time for those who whinge and whine. She tells me to “get oan…