It’s week 2 of my gardening leave/redundancy and I think the news has finally sunk in. I’m back in my favourite café, writing every day, tweeting about the amazing (weird/boring) things I see happen around me. This was my favourite tweet from last week:
Yes, I think it’s definitely about time to get back to work.
As ‘fascinating’ as my updates about the café are, I actually miss work. I miss the routine. The people. But I especially miss doing work I loved. Building communities, forming relationships, raising a brand’s profile … being all round awesome.
I’ve had time to lick my wounds and process what’s happened. The search is now on for a new challenge.
I’m open minded about what the next challenge will be – I’m a woman of many talents (apparently) and have a lot to offer, so I’m not going to rush into anything. I want to see who I’d like to work with rather than just pimp myself out to anyone. In the professional sense I mean.
I didn’t accomplish much last week. Threatened to join a gym – didn’t. Debated Hoovering the house – didn’t. Meant to wash the bird crap off the bonnet of my car – didn’t. So I’m hoping this week will be more productive.
I did manage to have coffee with my friend Sarah and several conversations with Siri, so every cloud …
In the meantime, I daydream about finally writing The Book.
Aah … The Book. It’s something that has been bubbling away in the dark recesses of my big ginger hair for years. There’s a lot I don’t write about on this blog, and a lot I need to write about.
Maybe it’s time to think seriously about moving forward with this new project?