I've been a bit quiet on the blog front recently. I've got a lot going on and although writing is normally a great form of escapism for me, I just don't seem capable of stringing coherent thoughts and sentences together.
I've heard it said that moving house and changing jobs are two of the most stressful things you can do. Erm well throw re-locating 250 miles into the equation too and you've got yourself a toxic mix of stress, worry, anxiety and mild panic!
People who know me would agree I'm pretty organised. In fact my brother claims I have 'Monica' tendencies. I'm not sure if cataloguing CD's in alphabetic order qualifies me for this label but I don't think I'm that bad!
On the whole I think I'm a bizarre mix of organisation and random go with the flow. At work and when I need to be I can be incredibly organised. I don't tend to lose things, I remember important dates and events, I get stuff done within deadlines. But the other side of the coin is somewhat different. When I'm on down time I am content to just go with the flow, forget timetables, forget strict organisation and let impulse take over. Some of my best days and nights out have been when I've made a last minute decision to just do something. And that's how I like it.
So how does a highly organised yet go with the flow chilled out girl approach the monumental changes that are waiting for me in the next few weeks.
Honestly, I wish I knew!
I keep telling myself that everything will slot into place. The flat will get sold, I'll find a job, I'll find a new house to move into and I'll be ready for the housewarming party (with theme of course) in time for my birthday at the end of August.
Sometimes being deluded really helps!
Either way, I know this move is the right thing for me on so many levels. And when I'm up to my ears in packing boxes, job application forms, cupboard sorting, assessments, school reports and all the social functions going on at the moment I will try to remember that!
Showing posts with label stress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stress. Show all posts
Monday, 7 June 2010
Thursday, 13 May 2010
'And the sign on the door said long haired freaky people need not apply'
I had all kinds of great plans for this evening.
I was going to have a long, relaxing bubble bath. I am the expert at these and have to get several things sorted in order to maximise the relaxation experience.
1. The music is carefully selected with chilling out firmly in mind. I generally find that Air, Carole King, Zero 7, Fleet Foxes, Joni Mitchell or Beth Rowley do the trick.
2. The bubbles are added to the hot water which is left to run whilst I put the kettle on.
3. Make a cup of tea
4. Find book of the moment (I've normally put it down in some random place as I tend to read on the move as well as sitting or lying down)
5. Take tea and book to bathroom and sink into bubbles.
6. Remain here til wrinkly!
It's quite simple really. And that was my plan for the evening. Followed by a mammoth blogging session, a bit of poetry writing, and catching up on phone calls.
HA! HA! HA!
As you may have worked out, things didn't go to plan!
Last March our school underwent the horrors of OFSTED. Basically put, inspectors come around and do their best to demoralise you and make you feel useless. Luckily, our school did incredibly well - outstanding in fact. Since then we have been waiting for the RE inspectors to pay their little visit too (I work in a Catholic school despite being non-Catholic).
So guess when the call came in to announce their little visit? Yes, that's right, today! They are coming Wednesday. Brilliant! So instead of my lovely, soothing bath, I've spent the evening reading books, sorting assessments, choosing children's work to put before them and trying to get my head around the feast of Pentecost which I will have to teach in front of the Inspectors. If I was religious, I'd be down on my knees begging for deliverance. But instead this Hippy, Pagan will have to rely on good luck.
I think I'd better just go and say a prayer to the God of Lost Causes!
I was going to have a long, relaxing bubble bath. I am the expert at these and have to get several things sorted in order to maximise the relaxation experience.
1. The music is carefully selected with chilling out firmly in mind. I generally find that Air, Carole King, Zero 7, Fleet Foxes, Joni Mitchell or Beth Rowley do the trick.
2. The bubbles are added to the hot water which is left to run whilst I put the kettle on.
3. Make a cup of tea
4. Find book of the moment (I've normally put it down in some random place as I tend to read on the move as well as sitting or lying down)
5. Take tea and book to bathroom and sink into bubbles.
6. Remain here til wrinkly!
It's quite simple really. And that was my plan for the evening. Followed by a mammoth blogging session, a bit of poetry writing, and catching up on phone calls.
HA! HA! HA!
As you may have worked out, things didn't go to plan!
Last March our school underwent the horrors of OFSTED. Basically put, inspectors come around and do their best to demoralise you and make you feel useless. Luckily, our school did incredibly well - outstanding in fact. Since then we have been waiting for the RE inspectors to pay their little visit too (I work in a Catholic school despite being non-Catholic).
So guess when the call came in to announce their little visit? Yes, that's right, today! They are coming Wednesday. Brilliant! So instead of my lovely, soothing bath, I've spent the evening reading books, sorting assessments, choosing children's work to put before them and trying to get my head around the feast of Pentecost which I will have to teach in front of the Inspectors. If I was religious, I'd be down on my knees begging for deliverance. But instead this Hippy, Pagan will have to rely on good luck.
I think I'd better just go and say a prayer to the God of Lost Causes!
Friday, 30 April 2010
Circles and Bags
My long standing companion Insomnia has well and truly taken hold this week! The circles under my eyes are black and the bags are something that Louis Vuitton would be proud of! I'm grumpy, tired, moany, headachy and generally feeling out of sorts. But don't let that put you off reading!
What's really annoying is, I really thought I was starting to crack it. I've enjoyed nearly 3 months of glorious, regular, and undisturbed sleep patterns. I suppose it was too much to ask for this to continue!
In a way, I was prepared for this to happen and in this week of all weeks. Although I don't spend the day of the anniversary of mum's death slumped in a corner and sobbing, I would be less than human if I didn't give some thought to the events of 9 years ago on that day. The nights of the 26th/27th April have never been up there on my list of best nights sleep!
But this isn't the only reason for my insomnia at the moment. If I'm honest, I think the whole moving and re-locating process is starting to worry me too.
I'm lucky, very lucky. In these depressing economic times when the government seems determined to remove the Great from Great Britain I am in a lucky position. I have a good, stable, well paid job - and it's a job that I love. I never have to worry where the next pay cheque will come from, I never have to worry if my hours will suddenly be slashed, I never have to worry that my job could end tomorrow. But on July 21st that is exactly what will happen.
I will walk away from a school I love all in the name of Better Living. If everything works out well, I'll find a new school up here and be able to continue my selfish and on occasion adventure filled life style. But as the day draws ever closer I have to admit to some qualms and if I'm honest downright attacks of the wobbles. I'm a fiercely independent girl and the thought of losing that scares me, terrifies me and worries me.
Which is why having woken up at 1.42am, 3.15am and 5.31am. I decided to give up on the whole idea of sleep and just get up and write. It won't help me to sleep but it helps to keep me sane and in the absence of sleep that will just have to do...
What's really annoying is, I really thought I was starting to crack it. I've enjoyed nearly 3 months of glorious, regular, and undisturbed sleep patterns. I suppose it was too much to ask for this to continue!
In a way, I was prepared for this to happen and in this week of all weeks. Although I don't spend the day of the anniversary of mum's death slumped in a corner and sobbing, I would be less than human if I didn't give some thought to the events of 9 years ago on that day. The nights of the 26th/27th April have never been up there on my list of best nights sleep!
But this isn't the only reason for my insomnia at the moment. If I'm honest, I think the whole moving and re-locating process is starting to worry me too.
I'm lucky, very lucky. In these depressing economic times when the government seems determined to remove the Great from Great Britain I am in a lucky position. I have a good, stable, well paid job - and it's a job that I love. I never have to worry where the next pay cheque will come from, I never have to worry if my hours will suddenly be slashed, I never have to worry that my job could end tomorrow. But on July 21st that is exactly what will happen.
I will walk away from a school I love all in the name of Better Living. If everything works out well, I'll find a new school up here and be able to continue my selfish and on occasion adventure filled life style. But as the day draws ever closer I have to admit to some qualms and if I'm honest downright attacks of the wobbles. I'm a fiercely independent girl and the thought of losing that scares me, terrifies me and worries me.
Which is why having woken up at 1.42am, 3.15am and 5.31am. I decided to give up on the whole idea of sleep and just get up and write. It won't help me to sleep but it helps to keep me sane and in the absence of sleep that will just have to do...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
