06/08/2022
Throwback for me today to when I was doing a previous postgrad… when my then-fiancé would bring me food in the midst of dissertation writing, wedding planning and a full time leadership job. I remember he’d run in, plonk in top of my papers on the desk and run out backwards (possibly fearing he’d get sucked in if he didn’t exit sharpish). Rather lovely…
11 years on and I’m having the time of my life doing another. This time amongst some rather wonderful client contracts and packing to leave the country with 2 small children for the first time in umpteen years.
Note, amongst the strewn papers, dual screens and feminist-you-can-do-it affirmations plastered on the walls:
- the husband-served dinner (this time fully home grown he’ll have me know - and bloody marvellous it all is too, thank you, husband!),
- the feroglobin for tiredness (any explanation needed?!) and
- the rather fluffy earmuffs confiscated from our 5yo daughter at bedtime (‘my ears get cold, mummy.’ ‘In August?!’)
Who’d have it any other way?! I consider myself extremely lucky for all that I have and am able to do, and mostly for all that I am yet to learn