Who would have thought that so many things would change in so little time.
I am a commuter now. I travel to work two hours each way, twice each week, eight hours in total. Voluntarily. But I am getting ahead of myself.
Earlier this year I got diagnosed with skin cancer. The good kind. Removable. Control the controllable and accept that what is outside my power was my aim. The execution not as smooth as the aim. Between the tears, the madness and the fear there was me trying to move through it all. Scared. It must be a symptom of something rather than a random result, a clue, a lesson to be learnt. Be it my body demanding rest or that things needed to change.
Rest is such a foreign word. I am yet to get good at it. Perhaps that is what I have been missing all along in my life.
Change is a little easier. I have gone down to four days and eventually changed jobs keeping my reduced week. The move helping in bringing the cashflow under control. Other elements of life are still unclear and further amendments and rewrites will be needed. With a shift to perspective somewhere along the way. I refuse to accept that this life is by default, but is up to us to design and execute. With whatever resources, time and money, that are available to use.
