It's strange, but at time I get this impression that I want to be some sort of power hungry business woman type. Going to work in my suit and high heels, chairing meetings, giving presentations and trying to run my project to deliver everything that is supposed to deliver. At the time I seem to think that I'm enjoying myself. Then it all gets a bit on top of me, and I realise that actually I'm not enjoying it at all.
It's all too easy though feel caught up in it all and to forget what I really enjoy. I don't really want to be Mrs Corporate, but it's sometime hard working out who I really am. Making time for quiet thought on evenings like tonight helps me remember though.
The growth of late spring, full of green, is far more beautiful than any PowerPoint presentation.
Quietly watching a little moorhen chick swim around is somewhat more satisfying than getting through a meeting agenda.
Examining the delicate beauty of the flowers on cow parsley beats the examination of figures in an excel spreadsheet.
Experiencing it all with the man I love - priceless.
Trying to remember all this when sat in the office, up to my eyes in work - sadly, still extremely difficult., but hopefully getting easier.