The last day of work - the day I thought would never come. I am not a huge 'fan' of working (is anyone?) - I see it fulfilling a purpose of paying bills and financing life outside work. But as my final day approached and ended, I realised that I had grown accustomed, okay fond, of the people I worked with. It is sad to think I'm not going to see most of them again. Sometimes, a group just 'works', and things flow- it was great to hang out with such a cool bunch of people. Kind of strange how it all came together - too soon yet not fast enough.
Today offered a moment of clarity - when consciousness slows down and life becomes simple and obvious. The shades were lifted, if only for a moment, and the true nature of things were revealed. I felt 'space' opening up - for those of you who have never left work to travel for a long period of time, it's difficult to explain my conception of space. In a culture where working 5 days out of 7 is the norm and 'not working' is frowned upon, making the time to step away is challenging and rewarding. Space is joblessness, but not like the gnawing feeling of unemployment - rather, it's a time when you get to sit in life's driver seat.
It already feels like I'm miles away mentally from the working mindset, and my spirit is longing for the freedom of the road. The newly found mental space soothed the tensions of daily grind, and the irritations of the tube don’t seem as pressing. I stepped out of the doors at Emerald this afternoon washed clean, light, free, but in a daze, still unsure it was real. I looked down - still the same clothes on but something was different. This is the last walk to Southwark and tomorrow is a new day – I press on, facing down the first steps of the journey home.
Today offered a moment of clarity - when consciousness slows down and life becomes simple and obvious. The shades were lifted, if only for a moment, and the true nature of things were revealed. I felt 'space' opening up - for those of you who have never left work to travel for a long period of time, it's difficult to explain my conception of space. In a culture where working 5 days out of 7 is the norm and 'not working' is frowned upon, making the time to step away is challenging and rewarding. Space is joblessness, but not like the gnawing feeling of unemployment - rather, it's a time when you get to sit in life's driver seat.
It already feels like I'm miles away mentally from the working mindset, and my spirit is longing for the freedom of the road. The newly found mental space soothed the tensions of daily grind, and the irritations of the tube don’t seem as pressing. I stepped out of the doors at Emerald this afternoon washed clean, light, free, but in a daze, still unsure it was real. I looked down - still the same clothes on but something was different. This is the last walk to Southwark and tomorrow is a new day – I press on, facing down the first steps of the journey home.
Good travelling Simon. Sorry I missed your send off. The ankle is healing and I'm feeling a bit more human this week!
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