I’m sitting at my desk, eyes dropping out of my head, and I’m wondering how the hell I’m going to get ‘everything’ done. Between businesses, kids and running a household, my to-do list is longer than my legs. Literally. As overwhelm takes hold, my mind takes refuge in a familiar fantasy. That’s it! It’s time to sell everything we own and go live in a bush shack in Yallingup. Then I float the idea past my husband and he just looks and me and laughs like he always does; “You’d last three days ...
