The Kitchen Sink
A day of relaxation turns frantic and time management and allocation becomes stretched. To no-one’s fault, I felt the brunt of the kitchen sink.
‘Relaxation comes in the smallest forms. I realise that today more than ever. An off day is never an off day with a phone in hand.’
Weary-eyed.
Content.
Satisfied.
Barely attentive.
Can’t smile.
These might be some of the things that you associate with for my headshot.
I agree with all but there is a lot of dedication behind the eyes.
Dedication to my work, my opportunities and my commitments.
I often find it difficult to relax for wanting to be attentive and present at each and every development.
I’m finding, more than ever before, the only way to relax is to turn my phone off.
Or to enjoy the small bouts of relaxation that I can enjoy.
I fully intended in playing golf and attending an orthodontist appointment but became overwhelmed and rather perplexed as to what unfolded.
By no means am I complaining. I find it incredibly humbling but it’s funny how things tend to even themselves (or not).
To summarise what I did.
I had a phone call for a job.
I answered emails from the Student’s Union about QMGS things.
I managed to overcomplicate the process of sending a newsletter out by finding a professional looking set up. I spend a lot of time designing it because I had screwed up the imports of the lists. Luckily Becca (VP) had written all the content.
I finished my slides for a presentation I’m giving on Friday at a school in New Cross.
I was presented with an amazing opportunity by a recent Geography graduate that I’m looking forward to see how far I get with it.
I played 7 holes of golf. Absolute bliss.
I was late to my orthodontist appointment because of a temporary signal.
I set a date with others to follow up on the Equality and Diversity initiative I had.
I received an email about a long awaited project phone call that I’m looking forward to having.
If you haven’t noticed already, my life runs off email and calendar.
It’s the best way to organise.
Sometimes it doesn’t work particularly well.
I probably should’ve written this blog much earlier and pushed completed tasks to now but my brain started to turn to mush so there we are.
I have been thinking about taking a holiday midway through the semester.
To relax. To turn off.
To settle the storm.
I haven’t decided if nor when I would take it.
But, just as I did in America, want to take a break at the height because you tend to tumble afterwards.
I feel that the emotion on my face here will remain for the rest of the semseter.
My committee active and innovative.
My own professional needs satisfied and broadening.
My dissertation going reasonably well (although I haven’t touched it recently).
When I first saw that picture, I said:
‘You can tell that I think a lot’
It doesn’t look like I’m focusing on anything and almost lost in thought.
When people talk about dedication, they use the term ‘kitchen sink’.
I had that kitchen sink thrown at me today.
I survived and lived to tell the tale.
The kitchen sink.