The Hygge Life ...
My sister-in-law writes a travel blog. It's a really good read. Her and my brother have a real sense of adventure. They travel to exotic places and do exciting things. Safari. Scuba dive. I read the blog and see the photos and wonder why I have no desire for the same adventures. I realise now it's because when I travel I'm not an adventure girl. I'm a comfort girl. As I write this I am sat in a little cafe in Copenhagen in Nyhavn. I am sitting out on the street enjoying my second pot of coffee. I came to this area yesterday so I have my bearings and know exactly where I am and where I want to go next. I feel comfortable and at peace. No sense of agitation. Reflecting here has made me realise how little I feel that comfort in my everyday life. I push myself and my boundaries most of the time. I have grown accustomed to the feeling of discomfort most days. At work. Out running. Even at home I am usually doing something. I only sit to watch a film with my daughter. I r...