Unfinished business

Why losing my job is one of the best things that’s happened…

Four weeks ago. Four weeks ago, I walked through my front door, freshly revived from a sunny holiday in Devon, to a letter on my door mat. No doubt hastily shoved through the letter box a matter of hours earlier, it basically said; don’t come back into the office.

Was I shocked? Well yes, a just little bit. No warning, no meetings, no conversations. Nearly two years of hard work was ended by a piece of paper.

I spent the first few days determined but thinking that they’d made a mistake. That they’d write to me again to say there’s been an error. That they’d call me and apologise. Then I realised, that actually I was the one making a mistake.

I was making a mistake by assuming that they valued myself and my skills enough to have me back, let alone keep me. Any company willing to drop me at the push of a button without warning is certainly not worth dwelling on. I cannot focus on what’s behind me, when I need to forge on ahead into my future.

I had to make myself see this for the opportunity that it is. Not the time to ponder on the past or mope around the house, but the time to explore not just my employment options but myself too. I’ve applied to over two hundred jobs, sent my CV out to a variety of companies, attended 6 interviews and not yet got anywhere. Yet, despite the job hunting and the trekking into town, the extra time I’ve had has allowed me to put my thoughts into order, to rediscover forgotten things and enjoy new ones.

I guess what I really want to say, is if you’re out there and you’ve lost your job or something like that… Just breathe. Yes, you may need to look for jobs and opportunities, but use this opportunity to learn a little about yourself, to rediscover something old or learn something new.

I may have lost my job, but I’ve found a little of myself.


Oops, I did it again.

Oops, again I have not written in a while… four months, I think. That’s too long. Hello, hello and hello again.

For those of you who are interested – I completed the half-marathon as I planned on Sunday April 2nd, 3 hours and 15 minutes. It was gruelling. My hands swelled so much by the end, that I couldn’t remove my rings. I got sunburnt and could barely walk afterwards. But, I loved it. The anticipation at the start line, talking to people we passed and who passed us, all the encouragement received as we ran past people or with them. We even had a stranger pull over and stop us, so that they could donate some money to the charity.

It was very much worth it, and I would definitely do it all again. Maybe with a little more training though.


Now my next challenge is to complete the Couch to 5K programme… and to lose a little weight.

And again

It seems a bit repetetive to keep saying “I did this” or “I did that”. Well, you’ll have to out up with it as in today…

I managed about ten minutes for jogging around the flat before my ankle and feet started hurting. There must something about the flat that makes me run weirs.  

And so on…

Sunday, Monday…

One days rest had turned into two, but I have benefitted in other ways. 

Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m a massive dog person and by Saturday I was feeling in desparate need of some doggy attention. Thankfully we have family with dogs. 

On Sunday the plan was to borrow a dog and take him for a walk but the weather had other ideas (hello rain). No matter, an afternoon spent chatting with family and playing with the crazy dog was well worth it. 

I also spent some time messaging some friends  (anyone who knows me, also knows that I’m terrible at replying to messages) and learning some German. My Husband reminded me last week that one of my new year resolution’s was to be con disentangle enough to have a conversation on German with my German friends when they to come to visit (5 months and counting) – engage panic mode.

Today was movie Monday with my mates – at H’s house where she made cheese and potato pie in crusty rolls and we started our next marathon (Bridget Jones). Cue a few snacks and chats later, a sleepy me is on her way home. I was hoping to go the bike for half an hour, but I’m perfectly happy crawling into bed early(ish) for a change.  

Chilling and relaxing 

Frost painted the bus stop this morning, the bus doors let in more frigid air than anything else and I still stayed on the bus rather than walk an extra few minutes. 

No gym today, but I did do the washing up and 30 minutes on the bike (while watching disney songs on YouTube again). 

I am planning to be up early enough tomorrow morning that no one sees me running.I should be running 6 miles, but I’ll be happy with 5 or 4 or 3. 

Now to watch a movie while dinner cooks. 

The other training 

Training for a half marathon is not the only thing that requires planning. There’s a lot of things that require planning,  but today it’s German. For years I have been teaching myself on and off with varying degrees of ferocity. This evening I pulled out all the resources I have at my fingertips – apps, books, flashcards – and listed them all. Then I promptly left them all piled in the middle of the rug, pulled my exercise bike out and searched YouTube until I found a playlist of Disney songs in German. 

Half an hour later and at least I’ve done my exercise for the day. 

As soon as I had walked in the door and got changed, I got into my running gear and jogged around the flat.Headphones in, I let my imagination run wild as I jogged up and down the flat. I managed 25 out of 35 minutes (not too bad) and even made myself jump out of my skin when the Husband appeared in the hallway. 

I’m glad I did it as soon as I got back from work. I have a feeling that if I had waited,I would have kept putting it off all evening. As it is, after running I washed up, cooked dinner, treated myself to a bath (bye bye last of my Lush bathbombs, I shall miss you) and watched (part of) an episode of Sherlock Holmes. 

Now I’m off to bed and trying to resist the urge to mess around on my phone any longer. 

Mikado Monday 

I like Mikado, like, really, really like them. Two boxes between three friends is probably not enough. But we do have scones and cream and jam as well. 

Tonight is the last night of our “Twiathalon” as H calls it. Not at my flat for a change, so no tidying up for me tonight. Instead I’ll be going on the exercise bike once I get in, after I’ve set it up so I can read whilst doing so. 

With this cold (almost) firmly behind me, it’s time to get back on it. So this week’s plan is;

  • Today: 30-40mins bike
  • Tomorrow: 30 mins run
  • Wednesday: gym or 30-40mins bike
  • Thursday: karate
  • Friday: gym
  • Saturday: 6 mile run
  • Sunday: rest (I may swap this with the nexthe Monday though)

I am back on it.