Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I get stuck in a routine and coast along, then curse and swear when the unexpected happens - an unscheduled trip, money transferred to the wrong bank account - you know the type of thing. I react. I rant. I scream on Facebook. In extreme cases I find myself unable to make decisions.
Then I pick myself up by the bootlaces (metaphorically, of course - those of you who are friends on Facebook know that I haven't managed to buy any boots - laced or otherwise). I remind myself that sometimes it's okay to go with the flow. I know, I can hear at least one person saying, "Only dead fish go with the flow". But when stuff happens, sometimes all I can do is resign myself to the inevitable and make the best of it.
When I think about it, it's not so bad. A few weeks in London, or elsewhere. A catchup with people I haven't seen for a long time. I'm still able to work and meet my deadlines, because everything is computer based ... it's not so bad.
So I guess I'm over the screaming, ranting, pulling my hair out phase. I'm resigned to the need to be away from my lovely home. I'm going to have a great time, and it will be lovely to come back at the end of the month.
