Hi everyone!

I’ve been busy lately. Not “launching a start-up” busy. Not even “training for a marathon” busy. Just regular, gloriously average “trying to be a functioning human” busy. You know, life stuff. Waking up, doing some bits, wondering how it’s already 5 PM, and then staring into the abyss (a.k.a. the dishes pile) until bedtime.

But finally, a break. We escaped to the mountains, which I now suspect might exist in an alternate time dimension. Hear me out.

We got up early (okay, reasonably early), had a whole breakfast, did phiosophical discussions, read a few chapters of book, solved world peace (nearly), and when we checked the clock, it was still only 10:00 AM. I thought my watch had died. Turns out, time in the mountains just… vibes. It doesn’t rush. It doesn’t panic. It lounges about in a hammock with a herbal tea and lets you exist.

Meanwhile, back in civilisation, you blink and it’s lunchtime. Brush your teeth and suddenly it’s next Tuesday. What’s that about? Is there a wizard in the forest casually slowing time with a pine-scented wand? Or is it just that nature doesn’t run on iPhone calendars and late-stage capitalism?

The Beach Holiday That Wasn’t

Now, about our grand plan for a sunny beach holiday… It rained.

Not just a drizzle. Biblical, build-an-ark kind of rain. For the entire trip.

Of course, the moment we were packing up to leave, the sun strutted out like a smug golden retriever, grinning in the sky as if to say, “Had a nice stay? Lol.” We got one glorious glimpse of blue sky as we were loading the car. Classic.

So instead of cocktails by the sea, we spent the days reading indoors, which was actually sort of magical in a sad-girl autumn kind of way. Cosy jumpers, tea, books, mild existential dread, it was like living inside a painfully aesthetic Instagram post.

The Moral of the Story (Sort Of)

Despite the rain, missed beach days, and suspiciously magical mountain clocks, it was bliss. A reminder that doing lesscan actually feel like more. Nature forces you to slow down. No emails, no schedules, no Wi-Fi strong enough to distract you from your own thoughts (scary, I know).

So yes, I’ve been busy with life. But also with being. And occasionally questioning if time is even real.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. How are you lot? Still hanging in there with your routines and responsibilities and passive-aggressive emails from Brenda in accounting? Tell me everything.

loads of luv

Hannah

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