I was on my way to Wales last Friday, when I read the news about Paris being attacked. Some friends-slash-colleagues and I had planned a relaxing weekend in the countryside, a city break to clear our minds, go hiking, breath the fresh air, sit by the fire and drink wine and talk.
The more time passed and the more information we read and watched on the news, the more tense everything felt. Were we ok to still be having a good time after all, what does all this mean, and what would happen next? Looking back now, on a Monday afternoon after having spent eight hours at work after a sleepless night due to watching the news for too long, being unable to switch off my computer in anger, fear, disappointment and sadness, I simply don’t know where to unload my mind. Clearly I wasn’t able to clear it over the weekend, if anything, almost ironically, it feels more distracted than in a very long time.