The End of Stress
On Monday I was, frankly, grumpy and stressed. Having driven myself mad all day turning too many projects around in my head, starting and stopping another new blog, spending too long doing 22 tasks at once on the computer (the ‘diabolical machine’ as a friend of mine calls it!), I knew that Tuesday needed a big change if the whole week wasn’t going to end up a total disaster.
So I decided that yesterday, Tuesday, was mountains day. I took the morning off, and drove up to my favourite corner of the Sierra de Madrid again, near El Escorial. I drove for an hour through thick fog, and the moment I got there, it cleared, revealing cloud-brushed autumnal mountainsides. By the time I got down the hill a few hours later, I felt brand new.
No stress-reduction course, book, cd – not even sitting on a mediation cushion for half an hour – nothing can beat a long walk on your own in the mountains.