My Life. My Blog.

As I was heading to volunteering last week, things I considered “play” as a child flooded my memory.   Some of it was traditional - tag, swimming, skipping, sports, card and board games … some I don’t see much anymore … Maybe I did and I’ve forgotten as the bebe’s in my life are in the double digits now. Things like school - with friends, with dolls or stuffies … house, where you -  the child - take on the role of a parent. I also built and created things - not just with lego

I go through periods where I don’t feel connected to my work.  I show up - I deliver results - but I’m on autopilot.  In these periods - while I can be passionate about all the things … I’m not actually feeling fulfilled at the end of the day.  Those periods are rough … They are exhausting.  I come out of these periods … I’m never really sure what causes them or prompts their exit.   I’m coming out of a particularly exhausting period … Not because I was working too many hours

This week was a lot.  Difficult personalities, childish behaviour, bitter cold weather, things not working or breaking down.  In these moments - when things get hard or don’t go my way or I feel like I’m in over my head … that little voice pipes up … sometimes she’s positive, telling me I’ve got this, I can do this … my positive self-talk is often in the third person so really she sounds more like “you can do this” or “you’ve got this”.  I’m sure there is something to that -