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On Being Boring

I moved from London to Brussels with my husband nearly 10 years ago. When I told people we were moving, the news was greeted with bemusement: why did we want to move to a city that was possibly the most boring place on earth? Ten years later and I can honestly say that I've had more fun here than I ever did living in London. It might not be the most exciting city in the world but it is a fantastic place to live. It is full of hidden treasures that you probably never get to see as a tourist: wonderful shops, amazing food, great museums and galleries, beautiful architecture, a forest (yes, a whole forest), and so much more... And if that doesn't convince you, well, get on a train and you could be in Paris, Amsterdam, Cologne or, yes, London in no more than a couple of hours... Which other city can you say that about?


The last few weeks have been a teeny bit crazy at work. And by “a teeny bit”, I mean that I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, worrying about the towering mountain of stuff I still have to get done before I go on holiday.

In fact, until today, I had been in complete denial about the fact that I was going away at all. My husband has been counting down the days until our departure for months now but I’ve been sticking my fingers in my ears and singing “la-la-la” whenever the subject comes up. There was too much to do and being reminded how little time I had to do it in was sending my heart rate into the stratosphere.

Yesterday, I got to work and realised that I could hardly keep my eyes open. I constantly felt on the verge of tears. Doesn’t that sound pathetic? Yes, it does. But weeks of accumulated worrying had left me completely kaput. And I started to wonder if I would make it to the finishing line sanity intact.

Then, today, something happened. The sky shed it’s winter coat of grey, revealing a brilliant and uninterrupted expanse of azure in its place. The air went from cold and miserable to fresh and invigorating. The sun rose and then… just stayed right there, where everyone could see her and everything. The trees seemed, all at once, to burst into bloom, a canopy of pinks and whites everywhere I looked. And the goddamn birds even started chirping merrily along my route.

SPRING! Lovely wonderful life-affirming spring. Thank you. Thank you for arriving at exactly the right moment. Thank you for giving me a good old kick up the butt. For waking me up.

Waking me up. No mean feat. But yes, I arrived at work today feeling awake (not quite full of energy perhaps, but “awake” is already a significant improvement). Hoorah! And then, somehow, by some conflagration of the planets or something equally mystical, I managed to complete three big projects that had been dragging on for weeks. Bam! Done! Eat that to-do list! You shall be vanquished and I shall go on holiday with what remains of my sanity intact. Raaaaaaaaarh!

(that was me roaring like a lion, by the way. Yeah, sorry about that. I get carried away sometimes)

Hi! How are you?

20 March 2012 - 3:24 PM erin - oh that sun is a mighty thing... i have been feeling the swirl into the depths and darkness with the waning moon, but today- stepping out, even though there was so sun in sight.. the wind blowing our hair wild.. just coming back in, with my cheeks red from the cold made my body feel fed, nourished and alive. needing to connect with nature more. to lay my body against the earth. i know that you have got so much stress and anxiety about catching up on work, about the travel ahead- but oh... you will have glorious sun! summer.. memories.. you will have red earth of the desert and lushness meeting the pacific coast. so glad that you will be getting a lovely break away, even if you are fretting about work right now. meh. it's just work.... it will happen and get done when you get it done.

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