I like this: “What I dream of is an art of balance, of purity and serenity devoid of troubling or depressing subject matter – a soothing, calming influence on the mind, rather like a good armchair which provides relaxation from physical fatigue.” – Henri Matisse
Endurance, like life, is no sprint. It’s a marathon. Pushing ourselves is exhausting. Sitting on sidelines is as exhausting – fatigue of worry and frustration. Yet, fatigue is life’s perfect sleeping pill …
Work doesn’t take a vacation – people do.
When people come back from vacation, as I just did, work is there waiting for them. I don’t know if that is a universal truth, but it seems prominent for me at this moment.
Maybe I’m getting rusty … or old. Or maybe I’d forgotten that the collision of mail, month end, first of month, Monday, that pile of things called ‘when I get back’ and a schedule of errands, appointments and calls would all collide on the same day …
I’d theorized how getting back at things on Sunday and Monday would make calm return by Tuesday. How all those follow-up calls and emails I’d diarized would spread out the week.
I was wrong!
Seriously, I am so grateful to be back … grateful for interesting work to do, great clients to work for and opportunity. It comes knocking, or ringing, or emailing when least expected – and most welcome – to return to.
Must go. Do. Work.
Play and gentle sleep are not on this week’s agenda yet, but soon …
Where is my armchair?
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
very early morning walk: -6C/21F, light breeze, clear but stars seem so pale and far away compared to how they appeared in Hawaii; Gusta was keen to tromp through snow. I was happy to be not quite as cold.
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