Is the grass really greener on the other side?

When self-doubt and wishful thinking work against you.

I spent a wonderful day in Leeds yesterday, mostly at a pretty damn trendy co-working space right in the city centre.

I finished a tonne of projects and cleared a whole bunch of things off my to-do list. There was also coffee with a close friend + former colleague, and of course, a very pleasing amount of salted caramel brownie.

Fact. These are non-negotiables for me when I drop back into civilisation and take a day trip to the ss-ss-sity. (Credit to Eddie Izzard for that one).

I walked away from the day buzzing — even stepping off the busiest, most jam-packed commuter train I have ever been on in my life and straight out into the pouring rain of a dark Yorkshire autumn evening.

I felt so alive.

I’d achieved so much in a single day — I can’t even describe. I’d achieved so much more than I’d typically do on a day spent working from home.

Now. Don’t get me wrong.

I love working from home. I get up between 5:00 and 6:00 most days, and two or three times a week I bake fresh sourdough. I take long walks, short walks, dog walks, solo walks, and I also have plenty of cat naps.