A long walk

Today was hard.  I slept poorly and unusually for me, late.  It was one of those days where I overcomplicated even the simplest tasks.  Around midday it occurred to me that anything attempted today would take longer and be done worse than if I put it off until tomorrow or next week.

Instead I wrote a list of the simplest things I could think of doing for the afternoon: office filing, doing some laundry, preparing something nice for dinner, finishing the book I'm reading and so on.  At the top of the page was 'go for a long walk'.  So I walked through London to a coffee shop on a busy high street, I bought a coffee, sat in the window and watched the Friday world go by, then I walked home again.

Sure the week ended with a whimper not a bang but at least I ended it with a sense of agency.