I went back to work today. Five weeks’ worth of emails greeted me on arrival – they were dealt with fairly promptly with some swift deleting. So little electronic communication is relevant or important weeks after the fact.
When I got out on the wrong floor, I wondered what on earth was going on. How could I get out on the wrong floor after just five weeks? My sister said that was a sign that I’d had a truly restful break and I think she’s right. In a way it flew by, but in a way I see that I crammed a lot in, trying to make the most of the time without necessarily panicking about it slipping like sand through my fingers.
I tried hard to get that balance right. So we’ll take going to the wrong floor as a very good sign.
And if I needed any evidence that my creative output over the break was good, this photo helps cement that notion (yes, clunky segue – I know. Indulge me!)
This is Alice the morning after giving her the stuffed patchwork dinosaur of the last post. Her mum wrote to say that the dinosaur was the first thing she wanted on waking, and that he had to help her eat breakfast.
Let’s call that a win, yes? I kind of knew that yesterday when I arrived at her house, presented the dinosaur to her and within minutes he was ‘roaring’ and eating gravel and ‘dinosaur’ became one of her many new words of the day. We took her briefly to an afternoon party with some friends and the dinosaur was cordially introduced to anyone who would pause to meet him.
And in the evening, over wine and dinner, we (her parents and us) named him Doug.
Doug? I know. I don’t know why either but we laughed a lot and somehow in that mass of stupid, non-sensical conversation, Doug was born.
Knowing that Doug had become an instant pal this morning helped with that re-entry into the working world. Just a little.