Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. -Marcel Proust
Sunday, 29 October 2006
from charming maeve
I am modeling my Mary Jane slippers which I have not much taken off since she sent them to me a week ago. Ridiculously adorable and they make me disproportionally happy.
Tuesday, 24 October 2006
Hmmm. I find myself now after 2 years slipping back into not noticing things in the same way. I am being sucked in. Sucked down and reshaped. My world perspective is shrinking again. And I don’t like it. Old habits, comfortable patterns, smaller thinking.
Why do we only get really interested and curious about our world when we are on vacation or in new situations? After a while we filter out the new and readily trade it in for the familiar. Where we operate in autopilot. And comfort. We know what to expect and that’s what we get.
I am struggling a bit with the realignment with an actual job. With my new identity as worker. People ask what I do and I am not sure if I would say coach or marketing person. My self-notions are blurry. And that in itself is not familiar. Or comfortable.
I feel like I am getting the chance to right the wrongs of my former corporate life. Do it now in a new way. In a way that calls me forward with my whole self. I have a chance at reinventing and being called forth in an active way. Less safe then coaching from home on its own. More exposed. More tricky too. I now have to practice the balance I preach to clients. Exercising the same awareness and principles. It is cloudy from the inside. To keep my perspective of curious wonder.
And not drown.
Monday, 23 October 2006
teeth and lipstick
Thursday, 19 October 2006
trying to master
Saturday, 14 October 2006
- we bought a new dining room table and 4 chairs! sturdy pine and the kind you want to read the paper on or linger over actual meal with potential to invite guests over. Charity shop 85 quid.
- custom made knee high boots for those whose calfs are, um, shapley. Or athletic! Glory be... just in time for those fall skirts. www.dioboots.com.
- these are reasons to keep working. I am afraid I have awoken the material giant who wants to own things again. dangit.
Thursday, 12 October 2006
I am not Madonna
Leave it with me – I’ll take it from here.
That lunch was a bit dear
Regards in signing off emails
I am a wee bit fillintheblank – hungry, upset, sleept, etc.
How do you spell the surname?
Here’s moBILE number
Let’s take the lift
I like your jumper
Please check your diary
Hold on a tick
Has the post come yet?
Do you have a plaster?
Have you had your tea?
Did you get your fringe cut?
Chuck it in the bin
Ring me later
who's that girl
A true bucky badger flashback. Whoever says I haven't aged needs to look at the fresh face of what was once me at 22.
Wednesday, 11 October 2006
anyone else see the similarity?
Wednesday, 4 October 2006
bit of both
Mark has to study all the time
I get to watch all the Will & Grace reruns without comments from the peanut gallery
Time is more fun together cuz is novel now
Time for new pals
Time for new book club
Focus on coaching in off hours
Everything closes at 5:30
Spend lunch hours doing errands
Everyone seems to know everyone
Everyone seems to know everyone
Streets a bit rubbish strewn
Gives jobs to street cleaners
Snacks at the workplace
Snacks at the workplace
No time to cook
Making big batches of yummy things over the weekend
Working for a living
Productive member of society
Still copper haired
NLP class lame – dropped out
New client for Tuesday nights!
Tuesday, 3 October 2006
almost 10:30 a.m.
It is called Progress.
P.S. I won't mention that I am eating a baggie full of Oatabix cereal instead.
on the way to work
Mine used to be the Brothers Coffee in Cleveland Park. As I trudged to the red line metro everyday I would peer in and dream of long and relaxing time with coffee and the Washington Post. Maybe a scone. Look out the window onto Connecticut Avenue at all the DC commuters and passer-by, hustling and heads down. And just sigh contentedly knowing I could stay put.
I have found my new spot here in Edinburgh, and I believe it is a nice upgrade from the strip mall coffee place full of odd seniors and crazy people from my building in Quebec House.
Princes Steet Gardens
My a.m. walk to work is about 35 waking walking minutes, so I take the bus. Or I sweat on it anyway. (Why will no one open the windows?) The route takes me down the high street here – Princes Street. One side is shops and stores and commerce and the other side is Princes Street Gardens. I try to position myself to face West and the gardens, so I can take in the view to the castle and Old Town. Hilly and old beautiful buildings and green and just makes you want to breathe deeper. The gardens have meandering paths and benches every step of the way in case you want to stop and look at one of the many statues/monuments or take in the view, read the paper or dream or rest. I dream of just getting off the bus there and spending the day being calm and of course, reading the paper with a lingering hot beverage. (All my fantasies include a leisurely hot beverage, which says something about me that is perhaps sad.)
Apparently, Princes Street was once a residential area. The wealthy class of Edinburgh had chosen it for its panoramic view: the Old Town and Edinburgh Castle. One of the reasons the Old Town was preserved so well is because the rich didn't want their home views spoiled by shops, so the Old Town was never touched.
Thank god, as now it keeps me morning fantasy alive. And the view from the 11 dreamy.