This week word of the week is slow. I’ve chosen this word for a couple of reasons. On Monday I woke up with a cold. Nothing unusual there you might be thinking, well the problem was I already had a cold.

Yes, you heard that right I woke up with a cold on top of the one I already had. I had incredibly managed to catch two types of cold virus at the same time both with their own special array of symptoms.

This is where the slow part comes in, for the first time ever I forced myself to really slow down. In fact, I just stopped, I didn’t do any work, I didn’t hoover and I certainly didn’t cook. If you knew me you would know that I don’t just stop or slow. I struggle on, I grin and bare it, but not this time. This time I listened to myself, there’s a first time for everything I suppose.

When the thoughts about the washing basket or the huge stack of reviews and blog posts I needed to write crept in I batted them quickly away. Instead of simultaneously checking every social media platform I’m on I’ve been leaving my phone in another room. I actually lay on the sofa and watched the whole of a movie with no interruptions or distractions. I honestly can’t remember the last time I did that.

Things are slowly returning to normal, I’ve written some posts and the house is clean. As normal service resumes I realise that that double whammy of viral nasties was an absolute blessing in disguise. I needed to slow down, no I needed to stop.

What I’m taking away from my week of slow is that although I know I’m capable of so many things I’m not capable of them all at once.