Got into work this morning to find a lovely pastry on my desk with a note attached saying, ‘Enjoy your breakfast! We’re both in sessions,’ from Green. How lovely is it possible for people to be? Every day they seem to be getting nicer and nicer. I find myself smiling and laughing a lot, more than I have in any other job, and just feeling really valued and happy.
I am ripening. I am forgiving myself for whatever writing I have not done, as I think it’s not the technical side of writing I worry about. It’s the idea side; I want my work to be meaningful to myself and also have the ability to touch others. I am simply waiting for the right time, and now my life seems to be arranging itself so that I have more light, more happiness, more peace.
Have an appointment with the doctor tonight to talk about my last blood test for the fertility clinic, as well as the associated pains of Monsieur Lumpy Lump. Am feeling much more serene on that front for two reasons – one, the surgery is next Friday so the period of not knowing is not going to last much longer. Two, I got a very reassuring email from my mother, who is a seasoned nurse…and she does not write reassuring emails.
When you’re in the same country as her, your arm could be hanging by a thread and she would tell you to suck it up. When you live halfway across the world, every sore throat turns into an opportunity to worry that I have a mysterious throat disease. So worldwide reassurance and her not being worried really puts my mind at ease.
Mmm. Nibbling on my pastry.
I love these people. The only blot on my otherwise lovely-so-far morning is that TMD is sick, sick, sick. She’s been off work since Tuesday; I’ve never actually seen her take a sick day in the last eight years. I know she doesn’t really read this journal, but if she DOES I hope she realises she should probably be napping, or reading her/my geek book in the garden.
Now I need to go add Green’s name to the who’s who list. See you all soon…
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