Time’s running out the door you’re running in
We’ve officially reached the halfway point. I’m not sure where the past 2.5 weeks have gone but I’ll be making very sure that the next 2.5 don’t just disappear. They’re going to be thoroughly lived.
It’s very easy to slip into the delusion that we’re living in a rarefied bubble over here. The sun shines all day long, I can ski and run whenever I like, work is no hardship when I’m sitting in the sunshine starting at snowy mountains. Nonetheless, real life is still out there. Not only in the global sense right now, but also in the more immediate context of my own life, which has the relentless knack of crashing through the door demanding attention when it’s least welcome. Or when I’ve been putting off doing something I should have done. Or when I’ve got my fingers in my ears saying Lalalalalalalaaaaa look at that pretty mountain.
But guess what? When you’ve done the things that need to be done, the mountains are still there and they were at their spectacular best this morning when sickboy and I went to check that La Dame Blanche was still standing. With her Massif.
You’d have to be living in a remote cabin in the woods somewhere with no WiFi to have missed the fact that it was International Women’s Day yesterday. I’m lucky that the fine men in my life don’t require validation of their own special day at this point, so here is my own personal shout out to all the frankly spectacular women in my life who make the dark days bearable and the good days even better. Even the ones who leave the country the minute they hear I am about to arrive. And to the inner circle of awesome men, on whose shoulders I stand more often than they realise.
