Post by Lily Harlem
Now there's a topic that's fresh on my plate. Worries! I'm doing Dry January, which many of you probably know makes the first month of the year a no alcohol month. Mr H and I do this most years, after the excess of Christmas and the New Year celebrations we always feel like we need a detox and to give our livers a good rest.
Not that we drink copious amounts but we do like our wine! He's a red man and I'm a fan of the white grape - fizzy if I'm lucky and if it comes from a certain region in France that begins with C all the better!
So with this health plan, which includes a return to normal eating with extra lashing of fruit and veg and a reduction in mince pies and chocolate, I thought I'd be sleeping better. Especially since the weather in the UK - unlike the US - has been mild, if a little wet and I've been spending a lot of time on the beach walking the dogs and generally sorting out my thoughts and planning some new plot lines.
However, I go to bed and all is good until about 4 in the morning and then ping, my eyes open and a bundle of worries tumble into my brain. They're not major worries, little things really, but they pull me from sleep and suddenly my mind is whirring away, talking to itself, going through all the scenarios of things that could happen, could go wrong. Not for me particularly, but for the people I care about. And my animals, well, I worry about them constantly, even though they're all absolutely fine and I care for them every day.
When the day breaks I make my usual cup of tea and, like pebbles slipping beneath the surface of a river, my worries go, they disappear. The light of the morning sends them scurrying away and although I'm tired and I know my emotions have been tossing and turning along with me, I can't really remember why, and if I do, it's not important.
Sigh... I guess it's just one of those things. Roll on February, a nice glass of Pinot and a romantic Valentine meal out. Though now I've said that, tonight I'll probably wake up worrying what to get Mr H as a little present, if there are any tables left at our favourite restaurant and, and, and...