14/09/2026
It’s true. Running a company is life-sucking.
Your phone rarely rings to tell you everything is going wonderfully. It rings because there is a problem to solve, a decision to make, money to find, something delayed, something broken, something that needs an answer. Now.
I’m not complaining. I chose it. And strangely enough, I find a lot of excitement in solving problems.
But I can’t come to peace with having entire days filled only with challenges.
So I made myself one rule: every day, I need something that makes me genuinely feel good. And it has to be easily accessible, because realistically, I don’t have three hours to “disconnect”.
🏃🏽♀️It can be a workout.
50 minutes after school drop-off. I get to start my day being told what to do, being told I can do it, while simultaneously wondering why on earth I’m there.
🥘It can be food.
Mostly the kind Mama would cook for me. It has to taste like family.
🏇It can be my horse moments
That relationship is shaping my character in ways I didn’t expect. And when it clicks, it’s indescribable.
💡It can be something new.
Cross-stitching. E-foil. Running, apparently. I don’t even need to commit to it. I just love the satisfaction of adding one more skill to my own.
I easily work 16-hour days, and family comes first.
But every day, I keep one hour for myself.
Because I’ve realised that my mental health is movement.
I would rather make the “wrong” move than make no move at all. And I’ve made peace with that.
I’ve been called too much. Impatient. Told I should check whether I have ADHD.
Fine.
Let’s say something is wrong with me.
The amount of time it would take to “fix” me simply doesn’t seem worth the effort.
I’m exhausted most of the time. But it’s the good tired. The kind sleep can fix.
And yes, my mistakes probably outnumber my victories.
The difference is, they don’t last very long.
I move. I learn. I correct. I move again.
Maybe movement isn’t what I need to fix.
Maybe it’s exactly what keeps me well. 🧐
