“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Good morning from a sunny, crisp Devon.
I'm now at work typing this little post, and I've just made a cup of coffee which I'm slowly drinking.
Yes, I know the world is on its knees but, today (thankfully), I'm feeling nothing other than gratitude. Perhaps I should be scanning Twitter, reading the news and listening in on the office chat, but as I wrote about last week, having the headspace to feel is as important in avoiding contact etc right now.
I mean, (and I don't say this to be glib) it's easy to let our minds run amok and be caught in the crossfire of our emotions but sometimes you need to sit, breathe and (dare I even say this) relax. In my case, and I know it sounds stupid, today I've ditched the suit and have put on some casual clothes. Even that act, as rebellious as it isn't, makes me feel a little less heightened to the unfolding catastrophe and a bit more in tune with me — the human part of me at least.
This week should be quiet but then again, with what the business is currently having to deal with, I suspect I'll be required to advise on a number of urgent issues, not least how we keep things in motion with such restrictive travel bans and the potential problems with our supply chain. I don't mind: I'm used to thinking on my feet and problem-solving.( Collapse )