I’ve gone from working 16 hour days to drinking coffee outside in the sunshine at midday and deliberating over what time I’ll make it to the gym. I desperately needed some time offline and aside from checking in here, I’ve been staying clear of the computer as best as I can. I tried bubble tea, fell asleep on floors all over my apartment with Biba, walked around parts of Barcelona I ‘ve never seen before. There have been TV shows and books I’ve been meaning to finish. I spent an afternoon buying bras, an evening making granola and mornings on the balcony enjoying what’s left of the sun before the winter makes it slip away. I’ve been organizing reunions for November when friends from all over will be under my roof for the first time in years. There were hours on the phone with my best friend discussing her wedding. In a short 6 weeks I forgot fun. I worked wholly, so these days off since fashion week, they have been invigorating. Time crawled instead of sprinted, sleep replaced stress and there was quiet at home, a thing I sorely craved when I was away. However, come Monday it’s back to busy. I feel ready I’d say.