Sap rising
A beautiful day in Wellington. From my office window I watched yachts playing follow-the-leader in the harbour while listening to a tui warbling in the kowhai.
I'm training about as hard and as often as I've ever trained. It's a six-week focus thing. The endorphins are good and I'm minding the climb up the hill to work less.
I feel like I'm finding my voice at work. The last few days have been head-down, door-closed, trying to finish a report. Today it started to flow. I like that. I'm home now and I'm going to do some normal home things, but then the thing I want to do is more work.
Last night my work team went out to dinner with partners. Beloved came along to, in his words, "be my trophy husband". It was a remarkably pleasant evening, with good conversation and a good bunch of people.
I've met someone intriguing who, in a different landscape of emotion and circumstance, could take quite a bit of my attention for a time. We shall see whether this sort of thing can be danced and debated into a friendship.
I've found a special hidden hook thing in a part of my overlocker which means I can now thread it properly so it works.
I've been spoiling myself a bit by buying clothes.
We're finalising details for our travel to Iceland and other parts of Europe in March-April next year.
There are some most excellent ways to wake up when you sleep beside the one you love.
Life is good.
(To make this sound a bit less like the endorphins are rose-tinting my life, work is a long way from perfect. There's a reason they hired me: to help work out why they're stuck and how they can get un-stuck. But that's full of challenge and possibility and I'm quite enjoying the fixed-term event horizon. Although this week two people did mention future events as "depending on what happens with your contract".)
I'm training about as hard and as often as I've ever trained. It's a six-week focus thing. The endorphins are good and I'm minding the climb up the hill to work less.
I feel like I'm finding my voice at work. The last few days have been head-down, door-closed, trying to finish a report. Today it started to flow. I like that. I'm home now and I'm going to do some normal home things, but then the thing I want to do is more work.
Last night my work team went out to dinner with partners. Beloved came along to, in his words, "be my trophy husband". It was a remarkably pleasant evening, with good conversation and a good bunch of people.
I've met someone intriguing who, in a different landscape of emotion and circumstance, could take quite a bit of my attention for a time. We shall see whether this sort of thing can be danced and debated into a friendship.
I've found a special hidden hook thing in a part of my overlocker which means I can now thread it properly so it works.
I've been spoiling myself a bit by buying clothes.
We're finalising details for our travel to Iceland and other parts of Europe in March-April next year.
There are some most excellent ways to wake up when you sleep beside the one you love.
Life is good.
(To make this sound a bit less like the endorphins are rose-tinting my life, work is a long way from perfect. There's a reason they hired me: to help work out why they're stuck and how they can get un-stuck. But that's full of challenge and possibility and I'm quite enjoying the fixed-term event horizon. Although this week two people did mention future events as "depending on what happens with your contract".)