It’s ok to admit that you have to push your inner reset button.
When you haven’t been feeling 100% for a few months; when other people’s ethics are grinding on you more than normal; if you feel you’re not at your best; push it.
It’s not about making a big list of all you want to change and diving into it head first. You’re going to end up fatigued (by that new work out routine), hungry (from that faddy diet) and resentful (about that meditation app you downloaded on your phone but haven’t used it).
It’s about stopping for a second, realising that you don’t have to put up with feeling sub par.
I decided that the best way to focus on resetting myself was to pack my walking boots, book a B&B and hang out with Mr Honey & Dough doing things I find ridiculous amounts of soul warming fun (hiking, drinking well earned pints of cider, eating meals that are effectively cheese on carbs on carbs and monstrous portions of sticky toffee pudding, car dancing etc).
My rest button has been firmly pushed.