Life! Don't talk to me about life!
I don’t know whether I have time to update this blog or not. My life just seems to get busier and busier. Yesterday lunchtime I was in Cardiff and I received a phone call from my boss that went something like “hello there, how are things going in Wales? And in the South West? Yes it all looks very good indeed. Well as things are going so well in your regions would take over the West Midlands just to help out, it will only be for a couple of months..”. Bastard. A couple of months? That’s how I ended up with the South West! The West Midlands is about to be one of the busiest regions of the country so the responsibilities ramp right up. I very nearly quit right there and then.
I used to like my job; I can work from home so I get to see my grandchildren regularly. I get paid to travel to some of the most beautiful scenery in Britain at least once a month. But it doesn’t seem to matter how good you are or how hard you work the only reward you get is more work. There are days when I think that they want me to resign. I need a holiday. Trouble is I won’t get one until September. I have to wait 5 months; until the European weather, not to mention the British weather, changes for the worse. As Ian Dury once said:
“@rseholes, b@rstards, f**king &unts and pr!cks”.
My wife and I “agreed” that we would not have a holiday or at least not travel too far this year. Well all I can say is that if we don’t go somewhere warm and restful (or warm and exiting) this year then next year we are going to the Caribbean, the States, South Africa or Australia. That’s if I haven’t died from too much stress.
I still have weekends when I can do what I like and last weekend I went to see my son and daughter run a 10k fun run. They both did extremely well and I felt both proud and inspired. I used to run a bit many years ago and I’ve also done long distance walks and cycle rides. My wife was also inspired and has agreed to do the race for life 5k in July. So we are about to start training. I hope that my heart and lungs and legs hold out.
Perhaps the exercise will help with the stress, perhaps not. What I have to remember is that it is not my life, or events within my life, that give me stress. I’m giving myself stress. I know that I care about things too much. I don’t want to stop caring about things passionately because that would change who I am and I like being me, its fun to be me. What I think I should be doing is caring more about the important things, my fabulous family and my friends, and less about the non-important things like work.
My son and daughter seem to be happier. I think that they have a bit more work to do but the they are back together and that’s what is important for both themselves and their children. My son still has some health issues (smoking and drinking) and may be on medication for the rest of his life but he has a better chance of a happier life with his wife and children with him. My daughter is certainly happier. Her blog entries have changed from out and out angst to a more relaxed form of reading. I am still worried about her though. At the height of her troubles she was reading common sense Buddhist advice and she is now back to the horoscopes and tarot cards. I take that to mean she has returned to what passes for normality amongst the western female of the species. I hope that she stays that way forever. I am always here though.
I used to like my job; I can work from home so I get to see my grandchildren regularly. I get paid to travel to some of the most beautiful scenery in Britain at least once a month. But it doesn’t seem to matter how good you are or how hard you work the only reward you get is more work. There are days when I think that they want me to resign. I need a holiday. Trouble is I won’t get one until September. I have to wait 5 months; until the European weather, not to mention the British weather, changes for the worse. As Ian Dury once said:
“@rseholes, b@rstards, f**king &unts and pr!cks”.
My wife and I “agreed” that we would not have a holiday or at least not travel too far this year. Well all I can say is that if we don’t go somewhere warm and restful (or warm and exiting) this year then next year we are going to the Caribbean, the States, South Africa or Australia. That’s if I haven’t died from too much stress.
I still have weekends when I can do what I like and last weekend I went to see my son and daughter run a 10k fun run. They both did extremely well and I felt both proud and inspired. I used to run a bit many years ago and I’ve also done long distance walks and cycle rides. My wife was also inspired and has agreed to do the race for life 5k in July. So we are about to start training. I hope that my heart and lungs and legs hold out.
Perhaps the exercise will help with the stress, perhaps not. What I have to remember is that it is not my life, or events within my life, that give me stress. I’m giving myself stress. I know that I care about things too much. I don’t want to stop caring about things passionately because that would change who I am and I like being me, its fun to be me. What I think I should be doing is caring more about the important things, my fabulous family and my friends, and less about the non-important things like work.
My son and daughter seem to be happier. I think that they have a bit more work to do but the they are back together and that’s what is important for both themselves and their children. My son still has some health issues (smoking and drinking) and may be on medication for the rest of his life but he has a better chance of a happier life with his wife and children with him. My daughter is certainly happier. Her blog entries have changed from out and out angst to a more relaxed form of reading. I am still worried about her though. At the height of her troubles she was reading common sense Buddhist advice and she is now back to the horoscopes and tarot cards. I take that to mean she has returned to what passes for normality amongst the western female of the species. I hope that she stays that way forever. I am always here though.
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