Transition

The past couple of months have felt like a bit of a blur, with home, jobs, and other situations shifting and changing vastly.

Today was another significant point in that transition, as I left my job with Whittards, fifteen months to the day from when I started. I’m not very good at this kind of thing, mainly because I’m too sentimental, so I stood there cashing up, tying myself in emotional knots thinking redundant thoughts such as: “this is the last time I’ll ever fill in a Whittards cash sheet’.

I’ll miss the world of quality tea and coffee. I’ll miss my friends there. I’ll miss the quirky customers, many of whom I know as regulars now. I think I might even miss the fiendish schoolkids who drain our instant tea machines dry. I’ll definitely miss discount and fortnightly freebies.

Having left, today, I’m embarking on more ‘Vicki adventures’: a trip to Frankfurt, and then straight off to a week of training for my new job. No, I don’t do things by halves. After all, rest is for the weak…

Hmmm. Therein lies the problem. I like to be busy, but I need to learn where to take time to relax in it all. I am a disciplined person by nature, but there must be a space for kindness. I need to learn how to be kinder to myself, to cut myself some slack, to recognise that it’s ok to feel a whole heap of stuff about all the changes these past weeks have held. It’s really important that I do.