Hard to believe that after such a brilliant few months away from it all I’d feel so happy to be working again. Sure, I’m missing my wide-open days, writing for myself, reading for hours and yoga whenever I like, walking up and down the lakes listening to podcasts or songs or my thoughts, lost days at the museum and wine in the afternoons, but it actually feels good to be at a desk. A new role and new policies to wrap my head around, thumbing through legislation again. I’m researching and challenging myself in ways I love and are important to me. Work is good. I like the work; like having a purpose and feeling accomplished at the end of my day.
NB That is absolutely NOT what my desk at the university looks like - academia is far less hip.