Stop the world… I want to get off

No matter how good life is, or how much everything seems to be going in the right direction, bad days are inevitable. What we do with them says a lot about who we are. I’m a wallower. I don’t wallow for long, or indeed indulge myself all that often, but on occasion I have to fight the urge to scream at the world to stop… and let me get off. I get a perverse enjoyment out of being miserable. I can feel sorry for myself with the best of them.

A mate of mine sent me this photo of his dog, Hammer. I’m not a huge animal fan, having lost a series of pets as a child to traffic, poison, and bigger animals. I learned early not to get attached, but Hammer … him I like. There’s an empathy there – I swear he can talk and read minds.

Hammer1

Today – a holiday here in Hungary that dawned warm and sunny, and started off well with some exciting creative prospects in the offing and a lovely breakfast with a good mate. And then, just as a sudden storm might brew, or a  cloud disgorge an ocean of  rain, my inbox swelled to overflowing. It seems that everyone wanted a piece of me…yesterday.

I worked for hours on a particularly nasty proofreading job and found myself increasingly wondering about the possibility of a career change. This is unusual. I like working with words, without human interference, just me and my track changes or my red pen. I like it so much, in fact, that I don’t even consider it work. But today, today was different.

Today I wanted to disappear. To get on that boat. To go somewhere without Internet. Without people (well, maybe not all people). But I have a deadline – a series of deadlines in fact – that forecasts pretty much the same for the next few days. So I stopped and took time to wallow. And then I looked at the second photo PM sent.

Hammer 2

And I could just hear Hammer saying: Silly cow – just get on with it. You don’t know how lucky you have it. But I do, Hammer, I do. It’s just today…

 

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