As soon as one
promises not to do something, it becomes the one thing above all others that
one most wishes to do.
“I will be here
a year, from next month”, I said to a colleague, just as a decent pile of
folded sweaters tumbled off the edge of the table, onto the floor. “ A year
well spent, Isobel”, retorted my colleague, and walked away. While my knitted
Rabbits and Beanie Bears do harbour a good chunk of my day, I do also
hold a part time, day job. I work in a sweater shop (though not to be mistaken with a
sweat shop). Then again…
So this time
management, self-analysis, micro magnetic, connecting the dots thing is not a
blaring beacon on my radar but, I get there eventually.
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| My Dream Life |
The day usually
begins with breakfast and a mouthful of emails. Followed by a cup of tea. Then
I check my plan for today, written yesterday and strategically try to follow it, presently. In theory, it all works out brilliantly but in reality a little bit of my
life sneaks back in and creates chaos.
Like Mum rings
or I ring her. A friend wants to meet up for a chat or it’s like, I don’t care,
I’m already there! So, plans get messed up.
What I need is
a mindset shift. If I prioritise the fun and scale back the importance of work…ta
dah! Would it happen that suddenly the pile of armless teddies would soon be
real Teddies? Or would I screw the system and find more loop-holes than a
Granny Square? I’ve already answered that question.
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| One day.... it will happen! |
