Friday’s blog a private peak. Sometimes the only way to get anything done is stop, walk away, leave the building. Which is why Dave and I have retreated for a week. We have to make a plan for next year; we have to get some constructive direction in our lives. We have been so busy, have been pedalling so hard for so many months, we really can’t see the spot we’re standing on anymore. The trouble is, we can’t really switch off at home – and this will resonate with most folks who run their own business. Whilst I would dearly love to potter around the house, putting up the Christmas decs, and getting the nest all lovely for the imminent family festivities, there’s too much going on at work for us to not go in. So the only answer is to come away to France. It’s not far away, but it’s abroad, it’s foreign language, it’s a total change. Channel Tunnel this morning, goodbye England, bonjour France!
And already, I have started thinking about something other than work. Been able to enjoy the fabulous scenery, the beautiful treescapes, the panoramic valleys in Bretagne. The sun was shining, I came up with a new idea for creating clouds. The shapes of the trees and the churchspires gave me a grand idea. What astounded both of us was the mistletoe. The trees were laden with it! Dave explained to me it is a parasite; it needs a host, but eventually it will kill the trees it lives off. Never knew that…
There I was thinking it’s some lovely little sprig we kiss under at Christmas; turns out it’s higly poisonous and a killer!
Some of the trees were chock full! So whilst I was trying to figure out why the French were just letting it kill their trees, Dave was planning how to fill the car, bring a load home and sell it! And you thought I was the business woman!
We went over an amazing suspension bridge too. A masterpiece of engineering.
I’ve got my pens and paper with me, and I am already excited about designing a bunch of new stamps and stencils, planning 2014’s TV Classroom, and deciding what we want to do next year. We want to make some changes. If we keep doing the same things, we will have no time to do anything new. So a plan must be forged.
I know it’s work, but not when you’re staying in the quaintest cottage in the world!
No sooner do we walk away than we can see more clearly.
And while we’re here, we’ll tune in to each other again, and hold hands, and check out the local markets, and just be regular tourists.
I shall endeavour to write this blog every day. Not because I have to. I don’t ! In fact, that’s what I am trying to work out. There’s some soul searching going on here, too. What am I doing because I feel I have to, and what am I doing because I enjoy it ? And for a chronic people pleaser like me this could take a while..