02/06/2026
I haven’t really taken a day off in years.
Not properly anyway.
Last week I did.
My boyfriend and I spent the afternoon wandering around some beautiful old buildings in the sunshine, and for reasons I still can’t entirely explain, I found myself twirling around like a small child who’d just been told school was cancelled.
It made me laugh.
Then it made me think.
I spend a lot of my working life talking to people about improving things. Their weight. Their health. Their confidence. Their energy. Their relationships with food.
And of course, those things matter.
But what struck me that afternoon was how many adults seem to postpone happiness until everything is fixed.
I’ll relax when I’ve lost the weight.
I’ll be happy when work calms down.
I’ll enjoy myself when life is less stressful.
The trouble is, life has a habit of presenting us with another problem the moment we’ve solved the last one.
I’ve met very wealthy people who aren’t happy.
Very slim people who aren’t happy.
Very successful people who aren’t happy.
Which suggests happiness probably isn’t hiding where most of us are looking for it.
For me, on that particular afternoon, it was hiding in a bit of sunshine, some beautiful history, a man I love and an apparently uncontrollable urge to twirl around in public at nearly 60.
Not very sophisticated.
But perhaps that’s the point.
💛
If you’ve been putting off happiness until everything is perfect, you’re probably not alone.