My Life. My Blog.

This week felt long … it felt heavy … I don’t know the what’s or why’s … I just know combined with all that sludge there was an underlying anger, I even want to say despair … but not in a “why me” kind of way - more of a “how” kind of way … while I don’t normally do anger well, this week it got me through the week, it fuelled motivation, drive and busy-ness.   I realize this reads very doom and gloom …. Or here’s the number to a really good therapist (spoiler - I have that nu

As I was heading to volunteering last week, things I considered “play” as a child flooded my memory.   Some of it was traditional - tag, swimming, skipping, sports, card and board games … some I don’t see much anymore … Maybe I did and I’ve forgotten as the bebe’s in my life are in the double digits now. Things like school - with friends, with dolls or stuffies … house, where you -  the child - take on the role of a parent. I also built and created things - not just with lego

I go through periods where I don’t feel connected to my work.  I show up - I deliver results - but I’m on autopilot.  In these periods - while I can be passionate about all the things … I’m not actually feeling fulfilled at the end of the day.  Those periods are rough … They are exhausting.  I come out of these periods … I’m never really sure what causes them or prompts their exit.   I’m coming out of a particularly exhausting period … Not because I was working too many hours