I’ve been up for a while this morning and I’m still feeling tired from yesterday (a long day with all sorts of complications requiring extra thought and extra effort to even begin to resolve). I’ve just finished my porridge and I’m sitting at my desk reading and replying to emails.
It’s not 8 O’clock yet, it’s dark outside, it’s just that kind of day. Today is March 1st and outside it’s quite Wintery. The lights are on in the office and I’ve got Radio 4 quietly and gently offering up news, mainly bad, but in my small world, right here, right now, seems like a world away. There’s something really comforting about these familiar voices, whatever dire news they’re presenting. I’m not really listening, just dipping in and out ‘…green shoots of recovery’, ‘…over 7 billion pounds for fines in that area’, ‘the wealthier you were in Victorian times, the longer you lived’. So this is a small thing but the cosiness of being warm in the office, while it’s cold, wet and dark outside is a small joy. My stomach is full from my porridge, a privilege that many across the world will not be experiencing.
Today’s small thing just has to be the feeling that just came over me as I’m sitting here at my desk, cossetted in my office, safe, warm and content, while the world goes on, somewhere ‘out there’. A feeling of being detached and in my own bubble but also connected and part of something so much bigger…
With so much love