Funny old day today - someone rang up and asked if I would be interested in a major role in the finance sector starting in the New Year. It is attractive in a way but I think I'd never cope with the job past the 12 to 18 months it would take me to set it up.
I've been thiking about this 18 month thing and it is very rare that I have ever worked on a contract for much longer that that. I get bored with routine and if there are no problems to solve or processes to fix I really find it a bit of a chore.
I feel a lot better than I have done for a while but still feel I'm pressurising myself too much to be well again and to be "back to normal". I doubt that I ever will actually be "back to normal" though. It was interesting talking to one of my survivor friends yesterday that we now tackle other people's anger and displeasure with a rather simple but telling phrase. "Well....." we may start the phrase "nobody actually died did they?" That should tell you all you need to know about surviving cancer. Do you know what? It really is a result if nobody actually died.
I'd like to inject people with the realism injection or the pragmatism injection. Life really isn't to be taken THAT seriously and all some of these people do is just stress themselves up. I don't suppose I help much using my pet phrase though :-)
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