All last year it was England this and England that. Well, July came and off I went to England and POW I was home. Frank and I looked at one another and quirked an eyebrow saying, “We went to England?”
To say the least, it was whirlwind, but this blog isn’t about England, because, frankly, been there- done that- got the photos to prove it.
The aftermath of planning for something for over a year is that when it’s over, it’s–well, it’s over. I remember when I used to run a festival in town. It took hours and hours of planning and work and during the event we were all exhausted and running from problem to problem. Afterward, there was this gigantic let down feeling. A kind of strange sense that you should be doing something, yet there really was nothing to be done. It’s a loss to be finished with a large project sometimes, but that’s when it’s time to either review what you did, or —start something new!
I was feeling kinda beat up after this trip. Kids were great, some of the adults were trying and some events really flipped my lid. None of it was anything that ruined the trip for others, but it sure made me start to wonder if the path I’m on right now is the one I want to continue being on. I guess we’ll see.
I did fly out to pick up my grand daughter for a week. It was a quick turn around, but probably just enough for her. And now it’s time for the start of a new term, which includes the usual crunch of getting everyone back on track and getting the newbies put together. I thank the powers that be for the gift I have of being able to organize and mobilize a large machine that works well, but what it takes from me at times is disturbing. I keep trying to find a way to keep some of myself out of the equation, but I’m realizing that that is not who I am and probably never will be. I either have to learn to live with the huge energy drain that comes with what I do, or I have to find something new to do.
I’m so happy to have my boot off, even if my foot is very stiff and sore and doesn’t move quite the way I want it to anymore. I’m hoping that will come with time. I’m also happy (and dreading) the fact that I can go back to the gym. I’ve been a few times so far, but nothing like this time last year. Grrr… and I was doing so well. No biggie, if I did it once, I can do it again, right? I suppose the proper attitude is I WILL.
So, I’m looking at being back in the grind and not really looking forward to it, can you tell? Lol. I guess I need to focus on something that makes me feel good about everything and go with that. At the moment, I’m just a bit blue and having troubles getting my stuff together and rollin’ for the new year. Sigh… doesn’t help that my husband has been working late and will be away all next week. Bummer.
One good thing about it all, I’ll be back to my bloggin’ self, so if anyone has missed my blustering and blather, be assured I’ll be back in here wondering at the weirdness of the world once more.