I bet traipsing through the desert for 40 days was nowhere near as much fun as what I've been doing. If I've offended anyone with that, I hope my ignorance about what Jesus is actually supposed to have been doing for 40 days and 40 nights will make you feel better. Yes, I could Google it, but I shan't. Not until the post has gone up, anyway.
What I realised today: nothing has actually changed. I am no closer to being anything but single (if I'm close, it's entirely without my knowledge). I'm still not earning enough to pay a normal rent, despite the fact that I feel like I am working a lot of the time and that I get paid relatively well for quite a few of the jobs I do. I'm not suddenly rich, or famous, or in love (though sometimes I feel like I have that buzz in my belly like when you're in love, only it's not about a person, not a specific person, anyway). But I'm happier. Much, much happier than when I started this. And for that, oh no, I bore even myself sometimes... I'm grateful.
I remembered to go to Bristol! In itself, that’s a bonus. There was a point yesterday when I’d forgotten entirely – and this job’s been in my diary for a month!
And what a delightful job. Being the designated language expert and extra pair of eyes for a foreign language trainer recruitment day at Power Train. So. Much. Fun. Not only do I get to play with languages, the ones I speak well and the ones I don’t, but I get to watch other trainers in action. It’s always an education.
And I enjoyed it very much. Thank you, Rebecca and Charlie, who both came to the gratitude talk last week, for giving me suggestions of books and organisations that would be good. And a happy, healthy pay slip. This is great. Some money for January. Thank you, thank you, thank you. And more work from Sweden, pay from Belgium, Danish invoice going in.
And oh, those Norweigians! I haven’t forgotten you, juicy company. I’m just all lonely out here on my own. Memetor… such great people all together doing magic, and I’d like to play with them. I’m sure when we are all geared up and on the same path, we’ll get together again. That would be great.
I’m aching to hear from Sandison about today’s excitements, and from Esther Lilley. If I’m lucky, I’ll get to see Juliet tomorrow too. And who did I get a long-awaited faceful of today? Amanda Bolt! Improviser, academic, mother, household maker, artist, head of critical thinking at Circomedia, writer, actor and all round good egg. How wonderful is that?
A treat. Oh yes. An absolute treat. Not long enough – lots of things I meant to ask and didn't, but so very much better than not at all and what a bonus, that I happen to be in Bristol on Amanda's day off/study day. Exciting plans afoot.
I didn't manage to catch Sarah Lonton, or Uli, as my phone died, and I've failed to meet a deadline for work, which I'm sorry about. But all those things, be they the pleasures of talking to people or making amends, can be done within the next few days.
I missed the pond. I always miss the pond if I can't swim. But I’ll be there tomorrow.
Aaaaannnnndddd SLEEP.
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