I hesitated when choosing this word.
I think it’s a bit of a brave choice.
Does it really sum up my week?
I am convinced.
I’ve had a good week.
At work, I have benefited from working from home, getting so much accomplished.
I have had conference calls, and after a momentary blip of feeling it’s time to move on, I’ve talked to ‘those in the know’ about what it is my team and I are trying to achieve, that we do have a plan, that it’s a really, really good one, and about the benefits we’re delivering beyond our immediate audience. And I wasn’t blagging, yes, I fell down slightly with my finances, but, hey, what’s a few pounds here and there when you’re enabling social value? (that’s a joke, every pound and penny counts and I immediately followed up with an email containing the financial modelling across projects).
And I left the house, I got to the theatre, I remembered the reward of the creative process, I realised that I want to continue to enjoy the theatre, as a pastime, and I need to realise my creativity- maybe through my Cricut machine, maybe through writing, or something completely different- but I do need to retain a job which has lists and deliverables, and measured success.
Yes, this week has been dominated by thoughts of jumping before pushed, of staying and being pushed, of staying and contributing more than experience.
This week has consolidated things.
It’s indirectly reinforced the benefit of blogging conferences, that the post-conference blues I experience each time to pass, and leave me with things to do, ideas to realise.
This week has reinforced life beyond work, and yet the importance of the right job.
This week feels like a staircase, I don’t know what’s at the top of this storey, but I’m definitely on the upward climb.