I’ve been away again this week, so I’ve surprised myself.
I may have prepared earlier in the week what I thought my word was, and then found I couldn’t publish it because I found it didn’t feel right at the end of the week.
It’s not an opportunity so much, but deserved of the headline, this week I became a Godparent. In the same way I’ve never been a Bridesmaid, until last week I’d never been a Godparent.
And it felt, and it is, a very odd and full responsibility, which I didn’t think about so much when asking friends and family to become Godparents to my children- of course they’d want to be!
But there is a pause for thought. My children didn’t get to choose me as their parent, they have to accept me and I have to be the best parent I can be. But to be a Godparent, I am being trusted with another child, so scary, and yet, maybe, just maybe a nod to the fact I might be doing ok at this responsibility lark.
And to continue a lighter note, we’ve decided to take the opportunity of my enforced Christmas and New Year break to head up North. The children have been desperate to return to their hometown, it was our fourth anniversary of living in South Wales last weekend, and whether they truly remember, it will be lovely to head back with children old enough to remember.
I couldn’t end my word of the week without talking work, I have decided to ‘vlog’ this new chapter.
I don’t know how this one will end, but I started a conversation today with the words “I would like to take the opportunity offered to leave the organisation.”.
It really does feel like a weight lifted. And it is being done with tears in my eyes. And yet, whilst there is sadness for what, and who, I will leave behind, there is so much excitement.
I have no idea what the next year will be and feel like.
And yet, no quote has ever seemed so apt: