One, two, three children later, still living in the city, self-employed, working with my family, not wanting to give up this job, I had my nose to the grindstone, a huge lack of sleep and I seemed to be realising that I only had two hands. Nothing out of the ordinary in the life of a woman after all. I was overs overstepping the mark.
We were feeling cramped and moved back to the countryside. We had to commute a lot but I was finally back in my element and it was great energy boost. A fourth child on the way. A new career that allowed me to gather family, home, school, extra-curricular activities and work all in the same place. Everything was within reach, and yet the day came when I ended up feeling exhausted, systematically in the late afternoon when I would get back home with the children, I was struggling not to fall asleep at the wheel.
Analyses confirmed that I had a lot of deficiencies. Suddenly everything just clicked.
I went back to eating organic food, local food, as much as possible. I slowed down, returned to sport and even allowed myself sometime to develop an artistic side that I had been keeping to myself until now.
In a nutshell, a healthier and more balanced life. But the fatigue was persistent.