The last few weeks have been nuts. Busy, crazy, and way too much. It's reaching the end. and next week uni returns, so a new routine again will be established. There has been so many good things happen in the last little while, but it's the bad that sticks to mind. A friend rather offended, a disspointing meeting followed by a dissapointed colleague, and a lovely conversation that may just be peetering off.
I don't cope well when ending a super busy time and not having anything planned- it feels like stepping off a cliff into a void- a very different sensation to being on solid ground, and yet, often there isn't time to prepare a safety net in advance. Often there aren't people around, and in this case that has been coupled with misunderstanding. I want to know I have been forgiven. Want to know what is going on with the lovely conversation, want to find a new possibility for the colleague and the work that we do.
I want to know and see the difference between the good things to do, and the right things to do, and what to release as a result. With that is often the desire to be busy- to keep moving, because for whatever reason I am in my life situation, and I want to make the most of it, and well, don't want to stop,because in some ways there is a sense of 'what will be left', but there is also so many things I would like to do and quality people I appreciate spending time with.
Some encouragement would be so good, the deep down 'well done', to have the positive noticed even when, in my perspective, it's the negative that is magnified....
Tomorrow though, is a new day, fresh, with no mistakes in it...:)
