It was an odd thought process which led to this week’s word. ‘Tired’ and ‘Exhausted’ were riding high as options, but I have that feeling in my belly, the one- in spite of falling asleep at any opportunity- which means that I’m optimistic, that despite frustrations I’m excited about today, tomorrow, and the next day.
Going away to Butlins last weekend is definitely at the crux of this, seeing the little people so wonderfully happy, excited, in awe, and grateful is definitely a contributory factor.
Balanced with returning to work, riding the frustrations of working from home with the little people on the holidays (a) because they are guaranteed to come in crying just as a conference call gets into full swing despite not hearing a peep from them for the previous hour; and (b) I’d rather be enjoying time with them than feeling like if I’m not sat at my desk from 0830-1800 that work will take issue with my commitment.
And then to yesterday, I spent an hour of my train journey home from London typing out my frustrations, not sure whether publishing a blog post about my disillusionment with the UK Government might compromise my role at work, but feeling now more than ever that my frustration at work isn’t to do with the things I can influence… but to be honest, just hammering it all out was a great therapy. The little people joined me on the last leg of the journey, having spent the day at Grandma & Grampy’s, and of course they do just make the day complete.
And so, it is to the feeling in my tummy, the feeling that has remained with hubby and the little people and throughout our home all week, which means this must be my word of the week: