DP's oldest is now 15, very tall and skinny.
next school year he does the final exam of his school, and already information sessions for higher education are under way. He likes economics.
And even though the info was for a city close to where he lives now, he realised that maybe he could go to an economics school in Amsterdam too.... (!)
DP was smiling when he told me. And I'm smiling too.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Monday, December 1, 2014
stress, holidays and a loss
Deeeeep Sigh.
I don't want to keep moaning about work, but it is stressful (and apparently it keeps me from blogging)
O well, meetings with HR, rewriting of plans, update reports, stupid meetings with hipster boss, coaching from HR, sessions with BambiEyes. All very grown up and boring. All reasons to put energy in leaving that behind.
Then Saturday we had 'Secret Santa' with all cousins C1 - C9 and partners and one baby. All good fun, and Suzy's Santa had wrapped her about 8 gifts with 6 little poems so she had a busy evening.
Sunday evening J called, my childhood photographer friend. His partner had been suicidal for months, treatment was fruitless. Now he had disappeared. No note, no trace (no phone no wallet no keys) My poor J. I find it unbelievable, the amount of disaster in his life. Suicide is always hard, but disappearance seems a different category of unbearable. He asked me to write something, but I'm not sure where or how.
(must read kinda funny if you only know me through me writing my blog, but somehow this doesn't really count as writing. Cause I still believe I can't write!)
On the one hand this puts the job stress into perspective. On the other hand it shows that it is important to do work and feel valued (and not feel like a failure and have a mental health collapse and not find a way out)
An, our common childhood friend emailed me with the news as well. And in the same email asked if we can meet up in the next vacation. Maybe the best way through the dark days is sharing light and warmth together?
I don't want to keep moaning about work, but it is stressful (and apparently it keeps me from blogging)
O well, meetings with HR, rewriting of plans, update reports, stupid meetings with hipster boss, coaching from HR, sessions with BambiEyes. All very grown up and boring. All reasons to put energy in leaving that behind.
Then Saturday we had 'Secret Santa' with all cousins C1 - C9 and partners and one baby. All good fun, and Suzy's Santa had wrapped her about 8 gifts with 6 little poems so she had a busy evening.
Sunday evening J called, my childhood photographer friend. His partner had been suicidal for months, treatment was fruitless. Now he had disappeared. No note, no trace (no phone no wallet no keys) My poor J. I find it unbelievable, the amount of disaster in his life. Suicide is always hard, but disappearance seems a different category of unbearable. He asked me to write something, but I'm not sure where or how.
(must read kinda funny if you only know me through me writing my blog, but somehow this doesn't really count as writing. Cause I still believe I can't write!)
On the one hand this puts the job stress into perspective. On the other hand it shows that it is important to do work and feel valued (and not feel like a failure and have a mental health collapse and not find a way out)
An, our common childhood friend emailed me with the news as well. And in the same email asked if we can meet up in the next vacation. Maybe the best way through the dark days is sharing light and warmth together?
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