I’ve stopped ignoring my messy chair (how to recognise when you are feeling overwhelmed)

Cue sinister music. I’m staging an intervention and reclaiming the messy chair as a space to park my delectable bottom. You know that chair, you probably have one just like it, omitting heavy sighs of martyrdom as you callously load it up with clothes and random paper. It’s the one that glares balefully at you … Continue reading I’ve stopped ignoring my messy chair (how to recognise when you are feeling overwhelmed)