You know when your body just truly needs something and for a long time you fight truly just feeling what that something is. It's hard to just take the time to listen and go with where your heart takes you. Leaving a stressful job to one so much better and more fulfilling, while working 8 hours less a week, has been life changing. Seriously how does just working one day, ONE i tell you, make such a huge fucking difference?! It's truly eye opening. Plus having the same job essentially at a different company and not even a quarter of the stress? I feel like me.
So what have I done with all of this new found time and energy? Taken up some hobbies. I don't think I've ever had a real hobby, let alone sustained anything resembling a hobby, in all my life. ADD you know, hobby killer. Tore up the front garden beds. If you could call them that even. I think in some former life a bored housewife thought it would be good to dump some bulbs in the ground and call it a day. Bulbs = hell. I can tell you it looks a thousand times better. Built my raised beds, got some food planted! Started a yoga regiment. Iyengar yoga is amazing. Getting into a mystical life as well.