I heart ulcers
Do you look for signs; indications perhaps from a higher power that you should be undertaking a specific course of events? It’s a tool often used in comedies where a character may plead “God, just give me a sign if you think I’m doing the wrong thing!” Only to receive several and ignore them all because they want to carry on …
I’m not really like that. I’ll admit to trying to repeat the circumstances that may have surrounded previous successes – lucky cricket socks, for example. But I’m not one to see things in front of me as significant prompts to act in a particular way.
My attention was grabbed though by the door below, which I presume gets very little use as an entrance to an old industrial building on the route I often take from car to office.
This was a warm morning. The kind of start that was going to turn hot and uncomfortable for office workers. A rarity in Huddersfield, but not unwelcome.
At lunchtime I decided to do something I’d never done before. I took my lunch and a book up to Greenhead Park, sat in the sunshine and took a proper break. Away from the busy town centre. Away from my desk. Away from the computer screen. For an hour.
And I’ve thought about the door a few times in the past week or so, most of which I’ve spent on holiday. I love many aspects of my job. But you’ve got to look out for warning signs of imbalance haven’t you? Maybe I’ll start saluting magpies …