I knew this blogging malarky was going to help! The lovely Josie Elliot, who writes very touchingly at If I’m Still Unemployed At The End Of This, I’m Quitting, (just about the best blog title ever) wrote a comment the other day with a gentle reminder that mindfulness, whilst not my natural state, is a worthy pursuit.
That’s a picture our the window near my desk. It’s been pouring down in Melbourne the last little while (take that, drought!) and I get to see a lot of it through this window. Despite being very much in a built-up suburb, I have a view of a beautiful old tiled roof; trees; the sky and our little balcony.
And that is a fresh espresso from Natasha, our Nespresso machine. (You have to say ‘Natasha’ with a Russian accent – she’s by far the coolest, slickest thing we own, so she has her own personality and name. Cos we’re normal). I made it in my fanciest mug, and dug out the saucer for it too, and then I sat here for 10 minutes with the computer off, just enjoying the moment.
Which turned out to be a bloody hard thing for me to do, being one of those extremely fidgety people.
Searching for work, being unemployed, seeking new opportunities – whatever you want to call it, it can really sap your sense of self. No matter how you try to take care of yourself, or how wonderful others are, there’s a whole lot of rejection in this game. My general defense against that is to be really sarcastic and turn it into a hilarious story for others – but taking those ten minutes today, to just sit quietly – well, I don’t know if it helped, but damn, I like that view, and I’m way more aware of it now.
Of course I stubbed my toe when I stood up to get back to work; but that’s just me.
Updates; I just discovered today’s Daily Post challenge was about chance encounters – I thought this post qualified rather well!