NE63 Haiku

Warm, low whistling wind Grey feathers scattering pitch History repeats How does that saying go? "Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it" - George Santayana Looks like I fell into one of those that has not learnt from my own personal history.  On Friday night my son, Max had a friend sleep over. Which is fine, but the next day he had a football game so we told him no late night so they could be properly rested for the game. I always love game days, the excitement the night before, getting Max hyped and stoking his ego to play well, getting the team strip ready, his shin pads and boots. Waking up early for breakfast and any last minute preparations such as a trip to Tesco for a drink and a post-game snack (usually a Yorkie bar). The drive to the venue is filled with anxiety, excitement, nerves, what ifs? Will Max play well? Will the team?  Saturday was Bedlington Utd. NE22 Greens (Max's new Saturday team after leaving Newcastle Sporting as mentioned here ) ...

"Wake up late, foggy Sunrise wakes before myself Work will have to wait" There is a specific kind of silence that greeted me this morning—the kind that only happens when you realize your alarm went off two hours ago and you slept right through it. For anyone who thrives on a structured start, waking up to find the sun already high in the sky is a jarring way to begin the day. Last night’s sleep was light and unrestorative, leaving me in a state of "brain fog" that felt impossible to shake. The Cost of a Late Start Being two hours late for work is stressful enough, but the real frustration came from the internal collapse of my morning. When you’re playing catch-up from the second you open your eyes, the things that keep you grounded are often the first to go: The Routine: I managed to grab breakfast, but the "essentials" like my breathwork and meditation were sacrificed to the clock. The Mindset: Without that 4-7-8 breathing to anchor me, the GAD (General...