If last week was very Peoply, this week is going to be dedicated to listening – as a tactic. I will be listening to my body, my inner voice(s), my dogs, the birds and everybody/everything else. There are the sayings such as ‘you have two ears and only one mouth’ which guide us towards using this underestimated skill and I am going to follow this guidance. However, on the flip side, I can only take so much ‘listening’ before I explode with too many questions. We don’t want any explosions which means I need to limit my inputs. This, in turn, means reducing my interaction with the world and giving myself time to either just be or to analyse what does come in without losing the plot. All of this adds up to this week being less peoply and me retreating in order to move forward. There you go then, the tactic of using listening as a tool. Quick note though, if you meet me out and about in Ugly Derbyshire, I am not snubbing you, I am listening. I certainly don’t want you to think I am being rude.
I can report, dear Diary, I did meet with my two oldest friends yesterday and it was wonderful to catch up. One of them is a Statistician by trade and she reliably informed us that it is 27 years since we last met in person. We are not leaving it that long again, although both of the others are mathematicians so I do tend to feel a little out numbered (get it? are you laughing? No?). Despite the bad pun, we are already planning a meet up, to include canine friends, once the weather is a little warmer.
Despite me taking a vow of ‘silence’ (sort of), I actually have a much too busy day ahead. In fact, I need to put my best foot forward (right one for anyone interested) and starting ticking the jobs off the list. Most of the jobs are relatively routine but, still, need to be completed before the clock reaches midnight again. So, off I go to post stuff, read a report, deliver a birthday present, swim/sauna, scan a document, do Auntie Admin, rearrange my diary, change details for Direct Debits etc, etc
Do you know what? Yes you are correct, it is a good ole Fifty Something Nobody sort of day.