5 STEPS TO GETTING BACK INTO ROUTINE.
Heading back to Melbourne from #NZFW, it appears life isn't about to slow down anytime soon. Getting back into routine as soon as possible (especially after travel) is pertinent. Here's how I'm doing it.
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5 STEPS TO GETTING BACK INTO ROUTINE.
Unhappiness: Is it Sam Smith’s fault?
