By BERN MORLEY
Emails. How on earth did we communicate before emails?
I know the answer to this. We sent letters or you know, picked up the telephone and actually SPOKE to one another. It seems now though that I turn up to work on any given day and before I have even imbibed my first flat white, I have at least 35 urgent emails to attend to. And that’s before I’ve even opened for business.
The online world never stops. There are no signs stating my opening and closing hours. I am forever contactable. I have three different technological devices that I can be contacted on at any given time. I have no excuses as to why I didn’t see that last urgent request. I am on. 24/7.
This is starting to worry me.
Just as an FYI, you should know that this post is sponsored by Blackmores. But all opinions expressed by the author are 100% authentic and written in their own words.
I moved to the big smoke not so long ago and whilst I love it and I love the high pace and the excitement and the forever moving landscape, I do recognise the fact that I am barely looking after myself.
Before here, before this life that consumed me, I lived in what is considered one of the world’s most beautiful places, the Gold Coast. The place so many people seek refuge and spend a couple of weeks a year whiling away their time, regrouping. That was my life. I had a job but it demanded nothing more of me than the bare minimum. And it was sunny. All the time. This being the case I went home each afternoon and I ran for a good 45 minutes. I exercised and I did this religiously because I actually enjoyed it.