Too late…how often we are late for something…anything…late for school, for work, for appointment, for arriving, late for making right decisions, late reacting to what life presents…or the others…late to be born, to speak, to be heard, to be loved…life could be boring if not for the thrill of the constant race for being in time for something...
Today was last working day for me. Next one – “in a year time”…well, in January, but technically, it is next year…last day in the office we amused ourselves by writing New Year Resolutions…one for another. It was fun, as everything with us. The idea was – you write new year’s resolution for anyone from the office, except yourself. A big white board was used as usual, for the records. The resolutions they’ve come up with for yours truly uncovered sad truth: leave office no later then 5:30pm and get a life…hmmm…surely does speak for itself, doesn’t it? Attempted to put it in practice today. Switched off the mains for my computer before leaving office for the Christmas break. That essentially means that I will not be able to do much work over this period. Was painful, like pulling life support plug on yourself. But won me few applauds merely due to the fact being an event completely extraordinary, as in “neverhappennedbefore”…Compensated this loss by taking home a thick Citrix manual for “Christmas” reading. About 380 pages of the most boring, but useful to know stuff. And for the first time that I'd remember, I sighed with relief when this day was finally over. And the whole year with him too..all the chaotic life of my last few months with the travels and deadlines and the rest did pull its toll and I came up to the end of the year exhausted like flat battery...I have Big Plan for Christmas - to spend it...in bed. Literally. Hide away alarm and let the night dreams to leave me naturally, in their own time, not chased away by the extra loud beeps...
Compensate. Isn’t it what we do often in our life? We search for compensation in any form, shape, sensation, whenever we feel we are missing something…I can compensate different things. Not necessary with the identical things, not “same for the same”, not replacing what’s gone, but finding something else instead…compensation is generally a better option then replacement. It teaches to appreciate what you’ve got already and to search for something other then that. You will fill in all the voids, compensate the absence of what you want with something that you need and- abra-kadabra – you are all right now. Completed.
Last few days we live inside the cloud. At least this is how it feels – The Fog that brought all main airport of the Island to standstill. I am sure that this is what it feels like – to walk inside the cloud – an eerie dense and moist substance, no sense of directions whatsoever…havoc on the roads but alien beauty in far from the bustle places….my camera is in Russia with my husband, but my colleague kindly shared her pictures of the milky wonder (thank you Tracy!) [*On very close look, one could spot the bridge through the veil of the fog on the background *]
Today was last working day for me. Next one – “in a year time”…well, in January, but technically, it is next year…last day in the office we amused ourselves by writing New Year Resolutions…one for another. It was fun, as everything with us. The idea was – you write new year’s resolution for anyone from the office, except yourself. A big white board was used as usual, for the records. The resolutions they’ve come up with for yours truly uncovered sad truth: leave office no later then 5:30pm and get a life…hmmm…surely does speak for itself, doesn’t it? Attempted to put it in practice today. Switched off the mains for my computer before leaving office for the Christmas break. That essentially means that I will not be able to do much work over this period. Was painful, like pulling life support plug on yourself. But won me few applauds merely due to the fact being an event completely extraordinary, as in “neverhappennedbefore”…Compensated this loss by taking home a thick Citrix manual for “Christmas” reading. About 380 pages of the most boring, but useful to know stuff. And for the first time that I'd remember, I sighed with relief when this day was finally over. And the whole year with him too..all the chaotic life of my last few months with the travels and deadlines and the rest did pull its toll and I came up to the end of the year exhausted like flat battery...I have Big Plan for Christmas - to spend it...in bed. Literally. Hide away alarm and let the night dreams to leave me naturally, in their own time, not chased away by the extra loud beeps...
Compensate. Isn’t it what we do often in our life? We search for compensation in any form, shape, sensation, whenever we feel we are missing something…I can compensate different things. Not necessary with the identical things, not “same for the same”, not replacing what’s gone, but finding something else instead…compensation is generally a better option then replacement. It teaches to appreciate what you’ve got already and to search for something other then that. You will fill in all the voids, compensate the absence of what you want with something that you need and- abra-kadabra – you are all right now. Completed.
Last few days we live inside the cloud. At least this is how it feels – The Fog that brought all main airport of the Island to standstill. I am sure that this is what it feels like – to walk inside the cloud – an eerie dense and moist substance, no sense of directions whatsoever…havoc on the roads but alien beauty in far from the bustle places….my camera is in Russia with my husband, but my colleague kindly shared her pictures of the milky wonder (thank you Tracy!) [*On very close look, one could spot the bridge through the veil of the fog on the background *]
