Epic frustration

It’s Friday evening and the boys have eaten. The kittens are running up and down the staircases, practicing their acrobatics.

There’s something wrong with the plumbing in the house and the toilets are not flushing properly.

Yesterday, I spent 8.5 hours in the car going back and forth to Groningen. I stopped by Marum on the way back to spend some time talking to the air around Mom and having an enormous cry.

Today I spent six hours watching videos of a speaker and presented my feedback to her for what is supposed to be a collaboration. Only to have her disregard all of the feedback and ideas and to take all of the work I did and go right back to the list of bullet points that she originally gave me to work with.

Yesterday, the whole session in Groningen was a waste of time because it turned out that the people giving the lecture had their idea of what they were going to provide and we came there with another one.

I went to Amsterdam on the wrong day for my banjo lesson and then got stuck in the car for 3.5 hours on the way back with the dogs in traffic… to go 45 miles.

I’ve spent more hours than I care to count trying to rework and reposition things that people have provided to me as their workproduct. And I have had to refocus everytime on providing them with the room to improve it themselves.

Individually, these things wouldn’t be such a big deal. But in one week, plus a few other things – it’s a little frustrating. I feel like I am not making progress, which is one of the ways I irritate myself the most.

Tomorrow, I am going to start on the garden again and spend this weekend in digital detox. I am not a brain surgeon, there is nothing so important that requires me to be connected. I’ll try it all again on Monday and see if I can’t make something positive out of next week.

Here’s hoping your weekend is a good one 🙂

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