Learning to slow down

I remember sitting in the waiting room at the doctors. The doctor was running late by two hours, but I was content sitting and reading without being interrupted, just having some “me” time and enjoying this rare uninterrupted luxury. However, when I walked out of the doctor’s appointment, I couldn’t even remember a single phone number.

Before that fateful appointment, I had been in the typical merry-go-round of life; a single mother with three young children, working flat out, always on the go and squeezing in some time for my health and wellbeing as best