When was the last time you had a proper dose of ‘me-time’?
Not just a few hours, but a few days. I think most people wouldn’t even know. Me neither. Even when I give myself time off, there’s always that lingering urge to do something. Maybe it’s because my mind is always brimming with ideas and plans, that constant feeling that time is slipping away too quickly and I’m forever catching up.
This time, I set it all aside. I gave myself a real break — a wonderful three days in a lovely hotel, nestled in the heart of the forest and heathland.
I had just moved out of the cabin I lived in over winter and left the farm behind. Officially… homeless. It was a strange feeling to see my keychain empty, realising that for the first time in my life, I had no key to a home.
Before my journey takes me to Britain, I decided to pause. A few days with no to-do lists, no deadlines, no goals. Just me, unwinding.
Arriving around midday — after parking Majestic in a truly majestic spot — I ventured into the woods straight away. It was quiet, not even a breeze stirring the leaves. Sunlight danced through the branches, while the birds, in full springtime enthusiasm, filled the air with their cheerful symphony. Their song made me smile.
I wandered without a plan, following random paths until they led me to the open heathland, where the warmth of the sun settled on my back. It was so peaceful that I decided to take a break, and, exhausted from so much change and movement, I dozed off right there on the earth.
When I woke, the tiredness had lifted a little, and I made my way back — only to realise I had unknowingly walked a full circle around the estate and arrived at a back gate! After a looong and blissfully hot shower, I settled in for dinner and a cosy evening by the fire in the lounge.
The next day, I redefined the concept of ‘office hours’ by spending them out in nature. There’s something so freeing about being outdoors in a world where spending days in an office still feels like the default. My feet, however, were less convinced about this ‘freedom’ — by evening, even my barefoot shoes felt too tight, and I was grateful to walk around in just my socks.
On the third morning, I woke with the sunrise. Stepping outside, I found the heathland had turned white overnight, covered in a delicate frost. I paused to take in the scene — soft morning light filtering through a cloudy veil, the landscape glowing in icy stillness. My breath curled into the crisp air in tiny clouds of vapour. Not another human in sight. Just me, and this perfect, peaceful moment.
When was the last time you allowed yourself to truly pause — not just physically, but mentally?
Take a moment to reflect - and maybe you schedule some me-time right away