I’m among the world’s worst when it comes to taking time out.
I wish I wasn’t, but something inside me seems to stop me stopping.
I know I’m not alone: I’m sure you’ll have gone through this yourself from time to time, or (and I do hope not) as unreasonably and unceasingly as I’m inclined to.
But the thing is, when I do slow right down and take time off, the clarity of my thinking improves to an enormous extent.
Problems that seemed insurmountable appear much more manageable with the perspective afforded by a rested mind and a brain that’s no longer frazzled.
Often it’s not good enough just to hope that a chance to rest will pop up by accident.
It needs to be planned, and put in your diary in indelible pen – just as if it was a vital appointment or crucial meeting.
Don’t wait too long to do this for yourself.
I chatted to a woman the other day who said that when she got home from the shops, her husband told her he’d booked them a fortnight’s holiday.
Now that’s the way to do it.