There is a growing pile of work to do, but I have no heart for it today. So, instead, I finished off my Christmas shopping. For me, it isn't about retail therapy, it's about finding the perfect gift, no matter how inexpensive, that says "you're special and I love you". We need to say that to each other much more often. Too often we criticise, feel obliged to say what is on our mind, to put another person straight, but we hesitate to say the things that make the most difference. Thank you, I love you, Well done, You're special.
Over the weekend I submitted two assignments. That was no small feat and I'm proud of myself. It was hard work and I've done my best. At least, I've done my best on one and done enough on the other to pass, which is all I need to do. Tonight the industry of Christmas preparations again takes precidence and I make 4kg of sweet potato salad for the Christmas party at work tomorrow. It's no wonder we all commit to dieting at the beginning of a new year. I feel like I shan't want to see food again until 2013!
Merry Christmas my fellow 100word'ers. Whether you're a regular, a newcomer or have just happened upon the website, my wish remains the same - that you have the very merriest of Christmas's. I hope your day is filled with peace, merriment and love, and send good wishes I hope you can feel. I hope that you will be able to look back on 2011 with fond memories, and that the good times will be infinitely more prominent than the bad. I hope that life has been kind to you this year and will be kinder next year. Merry Christmas to all.
Reality has hit again. I've prioritized well over the last couple of weeks and have wisely put my family first, but there is a consequence for all decisions and this one was no different. My workload is now so huge it's scary. I've spent the day trying to prepare a research report that I don't understand and sadly there will be no shortcuts, which means long hours, early mornings, late nights and very little down time. I need a HD for this subject and that won't happen without considerable effort. Oh well, no one made me study over summer!
The period between Christmas and New Year are traditionally clean up days at work. There aren't many people around and it’s the perfect opportunity to catch up on all the filing that you've stashed away for a quiet moment (at least it is for my boss). We've spent a large part of today cleaning out her office, filing 6 months worth of paperwork and tomorrow we get to cull files. Oh yay - well I guess that's what they pay me the millions for! Is it sad that I get a sense of satisfaction when I things are finally sorted?
I'd like to write something profound to complete the year. Unfortunately I can't think of anything. I guess life is generally not profound or spectacular, but about hopefully doing the mundane things well - trying to remember that everyone is fighting some kind of battle and is grateful for a little tolerance. This became evident the other day when I innocently asked our canteen lady how her plans for Christmas were going and with tear-filled eyes she explained her 21 year-old son's chemotherapy regime. It reminded me that we often have no idea what someone else is going through!