Tuesday, 12 March 2019

Go Go Go

I'm doing that thing again. The busy busy busy run run run thing.

I don't remember if I did it much before I got cancer, but I certainly can't seem to get away from it now.

I am working hard when I am at work - it is busy season in GPland and there is no way around that. 
I am working hard when I am at home - the red carpet on the stairs does not clean itself, it seems. 
I am frantically trying to ensure that enough people come to the conference I am organising that it feels like a proper success, not just a job done (I really wish I hadn't watched that Fyre Festival documentary).

There is always a point where my body reacts physically to the mental overload and I think oops I've pushed it too hard this time. Pains in the head, pains in the stomach, pains in the chest. But then they pass, and I find my mind wandering off down the dark alleyways of What Makes You Think You'll Survive When So Many Don't, and I scuttle back to the pandemonium of ordering nametags and counting seats and emailing people I barely know to ask for help. It's safer for my brain to be bursting at the seams with the here and now stuff and ignoring the future altogether.

I like the busy-ness and I am dreading the come-down. 

But I would still very much like lots of people to come to my conference!

www.wimin.ie/conference





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