Have you ever had one of those days where everything just seems to go wrong? Nothing major, nothing dramatic, just annoying little things. Like the printer refusing to cooperate.....that god damn printer.

I think I’m really tired. I haven’t been sleeping well at all, and it’s catching up with me. When you’re tired, you don’t handle things the same way, do you? I definitely don’t. Everything feels more emotional. I know my thoughts influence my feelings and all of that, but when you’re exhausted, the thoughts are louder. And I don’t even have the energy to slow down and look inward… honestly, where even is my inner wisdom today?

Earlier, while I was chatting with the receptionist at work, something came up in conversation that, for some reason, just hurt a little. And honestly? I don’t even know why. I couldn’t really tell you why it affected me so much. It’s weird, alright. Of course, in the conversation, I played it totally cool - you wouldn’t even have known it got to me. I’m pretty good at that, I reckon.

But whatever thoughts kicked off in my head afterwards definitely made me feel hurt. I don’t have the clarity right now to untangle what’s actually going on or explain why it’s put me in such a bad mood, but my god, it really has.

I know it’s my thoughts. I get that. I understand all of this intellectually. But it still feels rubbish in the moment, okay? I guess I'm aware of some of the thoughts looping around in my head, and if I said them out loud you’d probably say, “Oh come on, Sarah. Don’t let things affect you so much. Stop being so sensitive.” And honestly? You’d be right. But look. I’m tired, alright? 

And yes, I know, I sound dramatic. Maybe even a bit ridiculous. But I’m really bloody tired, and this is where my head goes when I am. When I’m like this, I seem to slip straight into some kind of inner-child mode. Everything becomes extreme. I go from mildly off to that’s it, I’m staying at home forever and not seeing anyone - I’m clearly better off alone. Which, yes, I know, sounds dramatic and a bit pathetic. Have I emotionally reverted to being eight years old? Absolutely. Am I sulking right now? …Yeah. Maybe.

Anyway, I had a meeting this afternoon and afterwards I just thought, right, I’m going to Body Combat. I hadn’t planned it, I wasn’t booked on, but I decided to go anyway. I haven’t done it in a while. I used to love it. There was a time I went every week. But then work got in the way, the business grew, and everything else took over.

So I went. And you know what? It was bloody brilliant. It reminded me how much impact a good instructor and a great class can have on people. The movement, the energy, the vibes, all of it. It lifted something in me. Enough to get me out of my head and back into my body. And that was really, really good.