Life strings

"Mon, I have worked here for the last 28 years. And they will not thank you"

This was me pushing yet another few hours into my day to get work done. And that was my workmate reminding me where I stood. And it was what I needed to hear. Because when they want to boot you, they will.

It gets uglier the higher you climb.

Yet at the best of times, I still put work first.

I feel incompetent when I do not "clear my plate" so to speak. When I have a to-do list and I walk home only having ticked a few. People at work tell me that I work very fast. Well, in my mind, it is simply not fast enough.

At the same time, maybe I am [once again] being too hard on myself. Trying to band-aid a situation that really needs rescuing by people well above my pay grade.

How sad is it that all I have been blogging about is work? I used to make it a Mon thing where I would not blog about work. Mainly because of the sensitivities and the misinterpretation that it may cause. Sure enough, I keep it high level but how sad is this?

I used to blog about my volunteer work as a radio presenter. Launch into what I did over the weekend. Now, my weekends are either filled with rug or toilet shopping.

It is not so bad in reality. I really enjoy my weekends especially when I am spending them with Gene and the furchild. And we managed to find quality rugs at half the price of what we were originally quotes.

Score!

I find writing therapeutic. A part of me feels there is a version of me that I really wish I could be. Another part would rather just sit here and write about it, rather than do something about it.

Do you find yourself growing up and be suddenly reminded of how you used to feel as a teenager, and feel relieved to be where you are. And equally, somewhat envious of your younger self because there was so much to be experienced and everything was so new.

What's next?

For me, it is travel. I love going on a vacation to a country that I have never been before. Especially one where I cannot speak the language. I love smoking shisha and having apple tea served in a beautifully shaped glass pot. I love soaking up the sun in a natural spring with the view of mountains around me. I love filming and laughing at Gene as he rides down a flight of stairs with a hired quad bike because we accidentally drove onto a pedestrian lane.

I love catching up with my family and friends. I really treasure our conversations and how they flow so easily.

I have joined a few reformer pilates classes and so far, they have been a good challenge for my body. It easy but not really. And it is nice heading to them with Sendy who lives just down the road. I really love where we're living. It is so conveniently located. Close to cafes, shops, parks, and the city.

I did look at learning sign language. And pottery. And a girl's trip to the Caribbean. It is such a magical place.

Oh and I definitely want to see Usher Raymond in concert. How epic will that be?

Hasta la manana