Saturday morning, Amsterdam, torrential rain. It's 8.30 and I've got up early - very early for me on a Saturday - to try and sort out my life before going to the Van Gogh Museum to meet a friend who's visiting from England. We're going to see the Rembrandt-Carvaggio exhibition. Can't say it's really what I'd choose to do today but she wants to see it and would like some company so...
I'm planning the next assignment - the first one for the new course. Feel like I'm in some sort of nightmare film where you just have to keep on spending your evenings and weekends and holidays doing academic assignments and struggling with them. As soon as you've finished one, there's the next one to do and it just goes on and on and on and on like that. Well, at least till October. If I pass, I'm going to end up hugely well qualified - and, knowing me, still in doubt whether I've earned any of the bits of paper.
Other than that I am trying to sort out the following: our flat - particularly the bags, books and boxes I've shoved in a corner of the hallway and under my desk - finances, home admin, work admin, a flight to somewhere for our long weekend next week (no time to book, let alone go, but nevermind), my contribution to the group project of the new course, a comms plan for both projects I'm working on at work, a larger living space, our Christmas holiday, seeing my family - particularly my nephews before they both become impossible teenagers - deciding how to make a step in the direction of leaving Holland (but where to?) and how to make time to do something nice, fun, creative and actually get on and live the life I want to do (what's that?) before I starting turning grey and losing my brain cells.
And I'm just amazed that people can do all these things, appear so calm and collected and have children as well.
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