The wonders of subconsciousness and the weekend ahead

It's been a weird week. I've been in a cloud (not on a cloud) slightly detached from everything that is going on around me. Partly jet lagged, partly processing thoughts from my time away. My brain is slow, but in a nice way. I had a call from the headhunter I will never ever work with and I couldn't even remember who he was. He had to reapeat his name twice, mention the job in question and then I finally got it. Isn't that nice how the brain can blank someone completely when you decide it's a person you have no reason to stay in contact with or even be upset with. The footprint is just gone, the memory is neutral and blank.

Met up with my brother and his friends last night - it's been forever - and on the polite icebreaker question 'How is work?' I hear myself saying all sorts of things that I'm thinking of doing. Wow, I've hardly formed the thoughts for myself and here I am sharing them with people I haven't seen for eight months. The result of a deep reflection process that I made space for during the time away and that I now can't stop.

A lovely weekend ahead full of family activities and birthday celebrations. But also an evening with Beautiful J and her little D. And brunch with Little B who is briefly in town before nipping off to busy champagne days mixed with work in the glamorous part of the world where spring is a fact and not just a dream.