A single step forward. No matter how small, every step matters. We have to celebrate the successes, and enjoy the brief moments where the cloud lifts and the sun manages to send a ray through.
I’ve noticed recently that I’m having trouble concentrating. I’m not talking about procrastination, although I am an expert at that. I just can’t concentrate.
There’s been a few things going on, obviously. Our house is in recovery at the moment, and it’s a cautious place to be. Tentative.
I’m also actively building my business, and we are considering an awesome but frightening new venture as a family. So – brains going at a hundred miles an hour, and we are piling on pressure at a time when perhaps we should be sitting back.
And yet, I’m having trouble concentrating.
I sent my kids to school as normal on Thursday. But, I forgot it was a non-uniform day. Yes – I did that!
I sent my son to school on Friday telling him he was mistaken, there was no swimming that day. I shot up an hour later with his swim bag.
I accepted an invite to a swimming party for my son about 3 weeks ago, but forgot to book a spare ticket for my daughter, even after discussing it with other parents taking siblings, until the day of the party. It was booked up, but we wrangled it.
I dropped the ball this week, quite a few times in fact. So much constant juggling, eventually everyone has to scratch their nose occasionally.
Still, I am ending the week feeling kind of positive.
I’ve had a few successes at work, some interesting meetings and a new project ahead that looks great fun.
Then, I received some really positive feedback on a piece of work. Better yet, after seeing the same piece of writing, I got a new client. Word of mouth and all that.
After months of plugging away, I’ve taken a single, beautiful step forward. It feels – good.
Botboy decided he actually does like swimming and wants to have lessons again. It’s a small success, but let’s grab it!
I went for a bike ride with Sackgirl in the gorgeous sunshine that greeted the first day of spring. So many people were out enjoying the fresh spring air, and everyone seemed relaxed.
I won some tickets. I never win anything, but I actually was picked to receive tickets to go to the Terry Pratchett Memorial. He was one of my favourite authors. He died last year, but not before giving me over 30 years of reading pleasure and some thought provoking viewpoints on the right to die.
It will be a sad day, a sad event, but I feel excited to be part of it (and excited to have won something). I imagine that the other hundreds of people going will feel the same mix of melancholy, poignancy and anticipation. And confusion over whether it is appropriate to be pleased about attending a memorial.
I cannot imagine leaving behind a legacy as amazing as his own. But maybe, just maybe I can leave a smaller one.
So, yes. Feeling a little more positive and enthusiastic. Surely it’s our turn to feel the sun on our faces, just a little.
Let’s just hope I can concentrate a little better!