I need to chill out more. Like really, consciously, relax. It is funny how signs, so tiny and seemingly insignificant, can remind us that stress will manifest in all manner of forms. This week, I've had a crazy painful, on again-off again sensation in my front tooth. Similar to a raw nerve being struck. Until this started happening, I was unaware that I actually grind my teeth. And not just while sleeping. This strange nerve pain highlighted that fact for me. I seriously grit my teeth. When I'm worried or cranky or over-tired. And now I am aware of it, I have no excuse but to actually do something about it.
So the last few days I've endeavoured to let things wash over me a little more. Not dwell on silly things or worry over things I cannot change or things that may never happen. Try to be more patient with the boys and not raise my voice as often. And just get out there, in the freezing cold, sun shiny days. Sitting on the ground of a fabulous park in the middle of Darling Harbour yesterday afternoon, was so very good for my soul. Felix napped in the stroller, while Angus ran up and slid down the giant slide, countless times. Screeching, laughing, having a blast, with a bunch of kids he'd only just met. Now that is well-being.