The French say poisson d'Avril, April fish, not April Fool. Because we are now in April, and I am an April fish out of water. Or am I a fool? I have spoken before about my scepticism over gratitude practice, but since starting my new job and using my new diary that has three boxes… Continue reading April fish out of water (13.22)
Category: Review
One foot in front of the other (12.22)
Second week into my new job and I'm starting to realise just how much I don't know. I've gone from working very intensely on seven or eight projects, to working at a very surface level on potentially over one hundred projects. This is requiring a significant change of mindset and an ongoing sense of panic… Continue reading One foot in front of the other (12.22)
Sprung (11.22)
I started my new job this week. But it was three days in before I went to the office and started to meet my new colleagues. The woman who is helping me settle in brought me flowers, which was lovely and a sign of how happy she is she no longer has to manage a… Continue reading Sprung (11.22)
All change please (10.22)
I will try this week not to mention the U word or the R word. Or the W word. There is enough in the news about this already. In my gloomy outlook last week I forgot to talk about how the easing of restrictions looks. Because we are there now, the other side. The After.… Continue reading All change please (10.22)
Crazy zig-zag (9.22)
The prospect of dying in a nuclear war was something I thought I left behind in the 1980s. It's not something I have thought of much since then. But this week, twice, I have been engaged in a conversation about the prospect of nuclear war, or to paraphrase how someone described it, "we all die… Continue reading Crazy zig-zag (9.22)
Peak Time (8.22)
It seems flippant of me to write about being on holiday when in the past days, Russia has invaded Ukraine. My friends and colleagues still have family there. And I'm sorry, but putting a little Ukrainian flag on your Facebook profile picture isn't going to make much difference. Will Putin say, Oh no, I'd better… Continue reading Peak Time (8.22)
Book book go (7.22)
Sleep is a precious thing On Monday I managed to get some golden hours of sleep between 3-something and 7am when the alarm went off. It was such good sleep I lay in bed longer than I should have, savouring the after feeling of all that sleep, like running a finger around a plate to… Continue reading Book book go (7.22)
Run. Away. (6.22)
I was listening to my running playlist at home early this week and I realised - it's not so much the running I miss, but my running playlist. It really does have some inspiring cracking tunes on it! That's not to say I don't also miss my time in the park in the quiet of… Continue reading Run. Away. (6.22)
Signs of spring (5.22)
Spring is on its way. I can see the signs - daffodil leaves starting to spear up out of the ground, the daylight is getting that much more perceptibly longer, the tulips I keep in pots str sticking tentative leaves up to feel the air. Spring is coming. Spring means change. Many things are changing.… Continue reading Signs of spring (5.22)
Every day is like Sunday (3&4.22)
It’s been a struggle to write in the past two week because for most of my time has been spent at my desk, hardly moving at all. My fitness tracker buzzes at me regularly, telling me to get up and move, but mostly I ignore it, attached to my screen but not feeling any sense… Continue reading Every day is like Sunday (3&4.22)
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