Grab pen and paper and finish this sentence: “Right now, I’m completely overwhelmed by….”
If you’re like me, and most people, overwhelm is far too familiar. (Your list might go on… and on… and on…)
My annual overwhelm used to be Christmas. A cliché, I know – but let me set the scene…
I’m married to a woman known as the Christmas Angel. (Yes, it’s even her email address.) She wears Christmas socks every day of the year, our Christmas tree went up on 9th November (she’d have preferred October), and I swear she bends time during this festive season because the quantity – and quality – of the presents she gets her loved ones is unprecedented.
For the ten years we’ve been together, I’ve been trying to keep up with her. I’d see her scribbling into her Christmas present book (yes, a whole A4 notebook) and feel a wave of panic that the three ideas on my back-of-an-envelope list were woefully inadequate. We’d compare diaries to talk through arrangements with family, food and decorations and it’d feel like I couldn’t breathe.