Into the final straight and already the remembrances come. 2015 marks the first full year of our adventure in Wales. Everything sped up for the kids and slowed down for us. Work strolls on, I’m more than I was yet feel as fleeting as ever. This year also marks the most crime against us, our first death threat as a whole family, and the most money I’ve ever had stolen from me in one go, if you don’t count one particular ex managing double the amount legally.
Our children do so well here. The school is good for both of them, better than Norway. Socially however, its slow. They have friends but I miss the atmosphere and openness of our little commune in Bergen. There are some great people here though. It all poses a problem for the future when we finally make our plans to leave. It’s not just if the kids prefer it here, but the school itself is better than most. Plunging them back into the Norwegian school system might be something nobody wants. What to do then when the decision finally arrives and we have to ask ourselves; stay or leave. We all want to go now, but we’ve already extended from 12 months to 3 years.
This year has felt like we are becalmed. Work edges ahead which is good for finances and career if here is where I choose to be. personal projects stifled and come to a halt. Only PLS saw any movement and that all in the first part of the year. Still need an artist there.
And then I saw Glengarry Glenross. The speech is great. On the back of that though, I read an article about what that means in the great scheme of being useful. Makes me ask myself;
‘What have you got? What can you offer?’ and of course...
'Can you close?'
All the things I have let slip are the answers to those question.
The flip-side is the anxiety that plagues whenever one wants to please. It might be a speech at work or a conference, photographs taken of a friend or model that you pray look good enough to actually show, stories that read well enough for some small praise and so on. Its comforting reading the same of people far more accomplished than I ever will be.
So. Just do it.
Fine words. Fine words indeed.
