Showered with acorns

I had a breakthrough today. A strange moment where my head cleared and I realised ‘I know what I’m doing with this job – I don’t have to keep behaving as if I’m tight-roping over a cliff.’ The work that I have to do hasn’t changed in the slightest – I’m just doing it  over and over again instead of once in one location. I’m finding my way into a new routine, and it’ll take time to iron out the details, but I know what needs to be done and I can do it. I’M DOING IT!!

I’ve been overthinking everything, that’s the problem. (I know, I know – it sounds so very unlike me to be overthinking things!) I’ve been worrying about the 23 things I have to get done by the end of the week, instead of concentrating on doing the 1 thing that is immediately in front of me. Looking back, all that worry has been pointless, as the 23 things I needed to do each week have all been done on time, and I’ve got ahead with some other stuff too.

The title of this blog is based in the fact that I stopped the car on the way home for a little walk down a footpath, and nearly had the top of my head caved in by acorns the size of tomatoes. I only mentioned it because I noticed the acorns falling, and I took time to have a look at them and notice their size. Had it happened yesterday, before my moment of breakthrough at work today, I wouldn’t have noticed a bloody thing, I’d have been too busy staring into the future and finding things to worry about. Hell, I wouldn’t even have stopped the car to get out for a walk – I’d have been ploughing along in the car with my head still back in the office.

My mind has noticeably changed!

My appetite has returned, too. Less than two hours after a large tea, I just made myself a toast-based treat that I would heartily recommend – cover freshly toasted bread with a spreading of mayonnaise, then grate medium strength cheddar over the top, and sprinkle with some ground black pepper. Chuffing lush, as the kids might say (if their parents were an uneducated woman from Essex and a building site labourer from London)

I’m back, baby!

Well – not back exactly, but I’m getting there.

RC 26-9-18