I celebrated 14 years in Ireland last week.
And dear reader, I have no idea where the time has gone. What I do know is that I couldn’t have planned the fairly amazing journey over that time … amazing work that’s made a difference … wonderful clients … great friends …
The downside is the distance from my family in Oz and the events (both happy and tragic) that have happened in their lives that I couldn’t share face to face. Gotta say though, we’re a very independent kind of crew and even when I was in Oz we wouldn’t see each other very often and we have such a good time when I go back for a visit (next one scheduled for mid Dec 07). And, I get to talk with my Ma and Pa a lot (promise I’ll ring this week guys).
Life recently has been very work busy … which is great as I have fab clients and interesting work. It’s not so fab when I find myself tired and actually – exhausted. I’m a lolling and lethargy kind of woman who is usually really chilled. In the last few weeks I found myself getting irritable and weepy and just plain anti social – thank goodness I live alone. Having said that, even when I say to friends that I’m in a foul mood, I tend to still make the effort to be open and interested – I just don’t sparkle.
Home now and just catching up with sleep and not travelling has calmed me down – back to happy Liz.
I’ve started growing herbs and flowers in containers over the last 3 weeks and it’s really fun coming home and seeing them growing. As I type I’m sipping the lemon balm tea I made from the leaves of the plant I bought yesterday – tastes great and it’s very calming.
So, I hear you ask … what’s this got to do with celebration? Good question my incisive reader.
On the day of my 14th year here in Ireland I worked from 7.30 to around 8pm with a raft of clients. Being the consultant means you can’t kick back and let someone else be focused – that’s what you get paid to do – so I was ‘on show’ all day. I’m not complaining as I love the whole collaboration and thinking and ideas that come out of every contact. But, by 8pm I was ready to balance the work with celebration and my motto is –
excess in moderation and moderation in excess
Guess what end of the motto I lived that evening? Yup, cocktails and champagne until dawn – and then a train trip home to Ballinamore after 4 hours sleep.
That’s big celebration.
And, small celebration for me has been 10 hours sleep each night for the last 2 nights … and time with some new friends here in Ballinamore … and sitting outside in the sun today with my plants reading the papers… and not having to work over the weekend.
Celebration is knowing that I have a pretty huge workload until mid July … and then … taking 6 to 8 weeks off to play in Ireland. Knowing that a dear friend will be visiting from Boston as will friends from all over Ireland. And I’ll hire a barge and float along the river … and spend time with people I’ve befriended here in Ballinamore … and go learn how to make chairs from found wood … and start to look at land for the home I want to build …
It’s knowing that balance isn’t like a seesaw – only creating balance for 2 things. It’s acknowledging that for a while there won’t be as much lolling and lethargy and there’ll be a lot of very focused research, thinking, creating, collaboration and writing … there’ll be less time to go play (although I tend to play in my work as well – love blurred boundaries).
It’s less about balance for me and more about the attitude I bring to every single situation, person and moment … even when I’m real tired. And, I’m (in the main) keeping calm and focused and diffuse and playful … and keeping a clear eye on deadlines … and talking to clients when pressure (on their side as well) is mounting . I’ve also subcontracted an amazing woman as my exec angel to help take on some of the workload … worth her weight in gold.
And when it all feels a little too much I focus on the next task in that day … and … revel in the promise of time off in July and August … and … enjoy all these moments.
That’s what celebration really is for me. Reveling in the moments.