My headspace has been far too full recently to blog, with a return to work, endless circuitous thoughts on where we should move, guilt about unfinished projects and unpunished blogposts (ironic!).
I'm trying to step off the hamster's wheel and have joined a meditation class. Make more space for what is important.
Work has been good, with interesting work, friendly helpful colleagues, actual real examples of teamwork rather than just lip service versions, time to read on the train, and no worries about money.
Work has been bad in a hot-desking windowless office, a 3 and a half hour commute, early mornings, loosening bonds with you, and a feeling I am missing out.
It's funny how the above are just judgements and I can see how it is my thoughts deciding what is bad and good. For example the hot-desking does really get you chatting to new people, the windowless looks onto a light filled multi story atrium filled with huge exotic planet and futuristic glass lifts. Your bonds with me haven't loosened, just strengthened with Daddy, early mornings are so calming etc.
In any case, here are some photos from the last week or so.
There have been bluebell woods and pond-dipping
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Putting your cuddlies to sleep
"There's a taxi!" And then with dawning recognition "Daddy like a taxi for Mammy and Bay!" Poor Daddy looked stricken.
And jumping on two feet for the first time- off you hop little hon!
Love Mam xx
2 comments:
Hadn't heard from you in a while so I thought I'd pop in and say hi. Exciting news going back to work, that must be a bit of a shock to the system, I hope its going Ok, It took me months to settle back into working in an office. Gorgeous pictures of your pond dipping trip. What is that in the bucket, is it a frog/tadpole? Love that Bay is jumping. When Goblin first did it it was so exciting and he got really into it and found all sorts of excuses to jump - like catching aeroplanes!
Thanks! It's strange, I slotted right back into work, although it's a different job (like you I am a civil servant too so y'know the way they like to move us around!). That was a newt in the bucket - the park ranger caught it for us). She seems to have stopped jumping now, back to hope again (which I love).
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