Life is good.
I thought I’d shit myself when I was flying solo as a manager, but so far so good. The forecourt hasn’t exploded and no-one has punched me or quit, so I must be doing something right.
I have Mac available on speed-dial, and whenever I feel a bit nervous or pressured I just think “I’ll be home by 7pm at the latest, and I never have to work a late night or a weekend again…” and it doesn’t seem so bad.
Philippa is noticeably happier as well. It’s quite overwhelming to realise most of her ‘mood swings’ of the past few years were just her reacting to me and my mood swings. I never even realised that I had moods and that they could swing until I got myself out of the situation that was making them swing in the first place. Now I feel more content, I feel more consistent; and Philippa is blossoming as a result. It can’t have been easy for her to live me with over the past couple of years, and maybe I need to let her know that I realise that now, and I’m sorry for it all.
Yes, I think I’ll pop back into the lounge and tell her that right now..
RC 4-11-14
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