I am really busy – life at the moment is a whirling hodge-podge of work at the office, work at home, eat and a sprinkling of sleep. The cliche’d rollercoaster, merry-go-round, hampster wheel, treadmill were never more appropriate! DH is in the same leaking canoe and we pass the hours ensconced at a desk in front of a computer.
Two nights ago, I was to be found perched on our bed with my laptop trying to reconcile a client’s unadulterated abomination of a general ledger. The night was crystal clear and the attraction of my study had lost its appeal hence my migration to cosier climates. On the television was a BBC documentary about a group of wounded soldiers preparing to mount an unaided expedition to the North Pole. The range of injuries was diabolical and despite my best intentions to focus on why one and one wasn’t making two I was drawn to their enthralling story. Their courage, determination and positivity was quite spectacular, especially in the face of incredible odds.
I looked at their faces and it was as though I had been doused with a bucket of cold water. Here I was, complaining about how stressed I was, how much I had to do, how jolly unfair life was in general – reality check! Before I could talk myself out of it, there was hot chocolate in a thermos, blankets under my arm and a very reluctant DH in hand. To be honest, the thought of smacking him with the thermos was in the forefront of my mind because of the repeat commentary “I don’t have the time for this”. We sat on the patio, toasty and comfortable and the heavens provided the light. We talked and we laughed (quietly, it was late and we have neighbours) and just for a while there was him and me.
“One of the illusions of life is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year.”— Ralph Waldo Emerson
PS: I see in the last two weeks all I have managed to do is still be busy – perhaps it’s time I actually listened to myself instead of just writing it down!