A life of lists
The life of lists is like a card house. Delicate, bending. I have flipped back into the work pile. A meeting this weekend in the far east which means a speech and a budget proposal, a meeting next weekend in the far south. A meeting the weekend after that in the north, and a meeting after that right here in my town. Yep. I never thought I would have a schedule where I would have my weekends booked for a whole month. Having to schedule a get together a month in advance. Ahh yes, so this is what working for real feels like.
Can I pencil you in?
Progress though, getting through the deck. I am laughing at the responsibility, and running in the cold mornings to keep my spirit up. I love the mornings. The quiet stillness and the sound of my laboured breath and fallen feet. I adore the simpleness of it all. One foot in front of the other.
My house is once again threatened to be blown down. The last typhoon that was supposed to be the biggest since world war 2, that killed a woman in my town, that gentle puff of air. Well, there is another typhoon coming that is more than double in size, speed, and strength. Let us see if this house of cards stays up.
The list continues.
My brother has started his own blog, for those of you who want to see who I shared my childhood with, click here. Or the link is on the side, either one. And for those of you in the Calgary area, check out his first dance competition. I am really excited and proud, and since I can't be there to see it, you should go in my place to cheer him on.
But past the deadlines, the serious work manner, and family affairs, my heart is happy. Which makes me happy.
I have learned to let go. And that letting go, does not mean falling, it means flying.
And I have my lucky feather.
The life of lists is like a card house. Delicate, bending. I have flipped back into the work pile. A meeting this weekend in the far east which means a speech and a budget proposal, a meeting next weekend in the far south. A meeting the weekend after that in the north, and a meeting after that right here in my town. Yep. I never thought I would have a schedule where I would have my weekends booked for a whole month. Having to schedule a get together a month in advance. Ahh yes, so this is what working for real feels like.
Can I pencil you in?
Progress though, getting through the deck. I am laughing at the responsibility, and running in the cold mornings to keep my spirit up. I love the mornings. The quiet stillness and the sound of my laboured breath and fallen feet. I adore the simpleness of it all. One foot in front of the other.
My house is once again threatened to be blown down. The last typhoon that was supposed to be the biggest since world war 2, that killed a woman in my town, that gentle puff of air. Well, there is another typhoon coming that is more than double in size, speed, and strength. Let us see if this house of cards stays up.
The list continues.
My brother has started his own blog, for those of you who want to see who I shared my childhood with, click here. Or the link is on the side, either one. And for those of you in the Calgary area, check out his first dance competition. I am really excited and proud, and since I can't be there to see it, you should go in my place to cheer him on.
But past the deadlines, the serious work manner, and family affairs, my heart is happy. Which makes me happy.
I have learned to let go. And that letting go, does not mean falling, it means flying.
And I have my lucky feather.
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