Space to think

Today was my second day back at work. I am working on Friday afternoons while Mr de Elba has a Daddy afternoon at home.  And as with many Mums of small children heading back to work, I am loving it!

Part of it is because I work in a wonderful office with three other great speech pathologists and a receptionist who does so many little things for me (and other people on the front desk who I don't see on my Friday afternoons.)  Part of it is because the offices are so nice, so well outfitted and so professional.  And part of it is because this whole deal is located about 700 metres from my house (0.43 miles) and it's less than a ten-minute walk away.

But I think one of the biggest parts is that I have  s - p - a - c - e  to think.


I have started slowly, with a few clients each day and long gaps between them.  Once I have prepared for all the day's clients and even had a look at next week's, there's not a lot to do.

Except sit.

In my chair.

And ...

...

just

...

think.



Think about ...

... nothing.



Saying ...

... nothing.



Answering nobody's questions.

Watching nobody doing anything and murmuring words of approval.

Not having to raise my voice to be heard over anybody's chattering.



Just ...

saying ...

and doing ...

nothing.



 Man.  It's good.