I’ve never been an anxious person.
In fact, I’ve always been quite the opposite. Taking things in my stride – the good and the bad – and getting on with life like a boss lady. It wasn’t until the best year of my life that I started to feel the dreaded panic.
It’s weird, isn’t it? Everything is going your way, your dreams are coming true, and instead of cartwheeling through fields of gold like a girl in a tampon commercial, you’re lying in bed too anxious to sleep.
Sometimes it’s like my very own private movie screening. Except the movie is just a highlight reel of everything I could have done better today, this week, or at some point in the past 32 years of life. Let’s just say it’s a pretty shitty film that, had you paid $22 to see at the cinema you’d probably walk out of.
I’ve had an incredible year professionally and personally. I love my work as a radio host, and just recently I’ve had the opportunity to return to television on Channel Ten’s new show Game of Games. It’s wonderful, silly fun. I fell in love, got married, bought a house. The whole kit and kaboodle. The kind of year that I would have put on a vision board at 21 had I ever been organised enough to make a vision board.
As a busy woman, the age-old ‘how do you fit it all in?’ question comes up often. The truthful answer is that there are times that I felt like I haven’t. Those times have included lying on the floor of my hotel room in London on a work trip too anxious to get on a plane home, hiding under the covers for two days after being mercilessly trolled online by half a million One Direction fans, or simply having an afternoon teary at work for reasons I still don’t understand.
My salvation so to speak has come in an unexpected place. Something that comes free, requires no equipment and can be done any time of day or night.