This morning I was graciously given time and space to reflect on what happened last night. Too late I realised that while I was with Missy during the week, my mind would be on writing. And every spare minute I had to myself was spent reading, thinking, planning, worrying. I was determined to work hard, but never stopped to think that this was to be a job, that I had to leave it at some point during the day and ‘go home’. And that time had to be spent resting and thinking about other equally, if not more, important things in life.

So, no more obsessing. Work, yes, obsess, no. I will strive for balance, and will anchor myself on my faith.