16/06/2026
In my late twenties, I suggested at a staff meeting that everyone might benefit from a proper lunch break. A walk, some air, ten minutes away from the desk. I genuinely believed it would help, our health, the mood in the office, even the work itself.
My boss shut it down in one line: "If you want a break, you can go and work for the council, where you get three a day." Everyone put their heads down, and the meeting ended.
I didn't last long there. But it taught me something I've carried ever since: no one is coming to tell you to stop. Not your boss, not your inbox, not the endless list at home. You have to learn what's good for you, and then give it to yourself.
It only gets truer in midlife with shifting energy, broken sleep, the mental load that never quite switches off. Doing more stops working. What helps is the opposite: protecting a little time that's yours, before the day fills up.
So take the walk. Take the lunch break no one's offering. Claim the early hour before the house wakes. It isn't time taken from the day, it's what lets you meet the day with peace.
I've written more about this on the Zest Life journal, including the one approach that's helped me most. Link in bio. π€