A Summery Summary

The day is fast approaching when those of us lucky enough to have enjoyed a long summer break will be plagued with kindly-intended enquiries as to just what we did with that break, precisely how much we enjoyed it (it had better have been a lot!), and how we are feeling to be back.

Somewhere on my interwebs the other day this quotation popped up (and yes, I did have to Google Georgia O-Keeffe) and it struck me as a particularly apt summary of my activities for the last six weeks.

As a matter of fact, I have done some lovely things while I have been off, although how much others would value them is probably quite variable! The salient point for me, however, is not precisely what I have done, or precisely where I have been, but the effect all of these factors has orchestrated. *Spoiler alert* The effect has been wholesome, refreshing, and perspective-altering.

Now as the final term of the school year drew (or was seemingly imperceptibly dragged, clinging onto every last moment...) to a close and I battled my way through fairly crippling anxiety to prove that I could do this thing and make it through, I was of course aware that my view was maybe a little skewed and that I had lost sight, or at least reach, of some of the things that matter. I'm not completely naive or blind, and I knew I could do with some rest and recuperation. In my dear brain this is not a possibility in term-time, when I "should" be at work regardless of whether I am in a fit state, (I'm sure they'll take well to the suggestion that my personal development target for the year be to start taking days off sick...) so in the summer holidays I can finally really relax and let go without feeling that I'm letting anyone down or neglecting my duty. (A duty which I also enjoy. This was one of the worst things about last term/year: finding my enjoyment being stolen away by the difficulty of navigating each day, and knowing the effect that this must have on those in my care. How I clung onto the moments of joy and peace that were found together with children in those days.) In this long holiday I also have enough time to completely adjust to the change in routine and therefore enjoy the full benefits. In a week's holiday it takes about 4 days either side to adjust to the change, and so I get about one day in the middle of proper rest.

Is it worth it?

So, onto the matter in hand. As I left the car park on the last day of term I waited for the rush of achievement that I'd made it through: I'd done what I set out to do, and yes, I may have had to be picked up a few times along the way and had to take some measures to make it manageable, but I had done what needed to be done. The rush of achievement never came. Which I can now see with a slightly removed perspective, shows that I really had pushed it beyond the point of sense. I was so washed out that although I had physically completed the task I couldn't take any pleasure in it.

It's not all gloom and doom, though! Things started to look up from that point. I have learnt from each previous year's experience that it is vitally important how I sculpt my six weeks off. One year I did way too much and didn't have enough moments of down time. That's probably one of the reasons I got poorly in the first place. The following year I determined not to make the same mistake again, and left a nice big empty space after my engagements. Turns out that's not ideal either! This year, I think I finally hit the sweet spot. I alternated a few days to myself (usually about four or five) with more socially intense periods (also kept to a few days each mostly) of really positive interactions for me.

They are pretty cute after all...

This was absolutely just what I needed. After a few days I managed to adjust to not being at work and that stressor gradually left my body. I spent time with my family, time dancing (a perfect arrangement of four or five hours of dancing daily, small windows of socialising through the day and evenings completely alone), time visiting very dear friends and rare time away with just me and Mr Peggy. All in manageable chunks with suitable recovery (and ballet/movement classes/therapy/cuddling guinea pigs!) in between.

Time with the different important people in my life gave me not only stimulating conversation but the chance to reflect on how things have been and look at them from different viewpoints, and to re-appraise where I place the value in my life. Spending time with others whom you don't often see and living in their lives for a few days highlights the different possibilities for how things can be that you don't necessarily see when stuck in your own day to day routine. Space away from the daily close-up focus has really helped.

The sea is always a good place to
blow the cobwebs away

Not only have I had time to reflect, but I have had time to rest. Just to be, and not have to do, to follow my body when it tells me to be still, to move in play or to move in work. Often when stuck in the busy I worry that if I listen to my body when it tells me to stop doing, that I will never feel able to start doing again (clearly I am not entirely unaware that I am doing too much...), but this has not been the case. It really has shown me when to do what, and I have found that both liberating and reassuring. I feel much more at peace, much more alive, and much more me. I am no longer a ball of overwhelmed, but by waiting myself is beginning to be myself again.

Let's see what happens when the focused waiting time is over.