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With social media and the rise of the instant, with the world spinning so fast it sends us each into a spiral if we’re not careful, it’s easy to get lost. In a city like London, where pausing for breath could mean the difference between a promotion and being fired, between happiness and sorrow, between life and death, it’s important that we take stock once in a while – to find our zen.

There are times when truly, there is nothing more I could want for in life than just to feel refreshed, to feel renewed and regenerated. To not wake every morning already drained from the expectations that are held. To become free from my own shortfalls and to approach everything with the unrelenting energy it deserves.

I sit in a coffee shop just off from Carnaby Street, and it's worth giving some time to think about where I am mentally, and where I have come from over the last few months. Although perhaps I shouldn't post the exact text I wrote yesterday morning, I don't think there is anything wrong with sharing the thoughts I have during my dark days with others.

I'm sat in the comfort of my lounge in London, away from Somerset, and still I cannot get over the issues that happened a few weekends ago. Instead of feeling content in the presence of our nearest and dearest, I felt as if I was in the middle, the facilitator, the mediator and that wasn't a great feeling. It isn't a great feeling.