I’m still here… or I’m back again at least…
Bet you thought I’d emigrated to the moon.
It’s been a crazy month …or two. Too crazy. Time to make radical changes crazy.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t do everything and I’m not 21 anymore. My goals of cutting down, simplifying and living a quiet life went seriously out of the window. I mean big time out of the window.
And I’m worn out.
And I have done no sewing whatsoever. In fact there has been pretty much no running, quilting, knitting or writing. And that’s not good.
After our awe-inspiring not to mention awesome trip to Tanzania in July, I had thought that August would be mellow. I hadn’t reckoned with staff shortages and a million new projects at work, which meant I would have to work 120% instead of 80%. I hadn’t realized quite how tired I would get working and going to the European Athletics Championships would be (get up at 6, go to the office, work till 9.40, walk to the stadium, cheer on the Brits till 2.00, walk back to the office, work till 6.15, walk back to the stadium, more cheering until 10.30, fight my way onto the overcrowded tram and train, get home at midnight high on adrenalin and fueled only by coke and fast food, finally get to sleep at 2, get up at 6 and do it all again, for a whole week….) (It was worth it though!). Nor had I really appreciated the logistical nightmare of trying to get a not always co-operative teenager ready to go to school overseas, support another teenager through the university exams from hell or deal with a garden that had turned into a jungle (answer: give up and call a gardener) or the fact that my gem of a cleaning lady would be on vacation. Don’t even ask about cooking, laundry or any of the other things I would normally do.
I survived, but only by doing one thing at a time and very consciously not thinking about everything else that needed doing and all the stuff that wasn’t getting done.
But I realized that it’s all too much….I know, I know…I’ve said that before…but it is. and I HAVE to change – although I can’t imagine I’ll be faced with such a perfect storm of a summer again.
Now I’m wishing myself a boring September. Boring sounds so very, very good…