Ah, to live every day blowing bubbles and surrounding yourself with colors.
The days have gotten longer, to the point where our three-year-olds must ask, “Is it time to go to sleep?”. Always dark or always light, those are our two seasons. Soon the sun won’t set at all. And then it won’t rise at all. And then come the short seasons in between, where you barely get to rediscover your wardrobe before the moment’s gone again.
Il faut en profiter, the French say. Enjoy it while it lasts. Working from home with the boys at daycare, I’ve had days with five meetings in a row. I took them to the park bench. It was sunny and I let the sun rays warm my skin while listening and commenting on my phone’s Teams app.
I was perfectly present in the moment, even more so than in the office, where I always daydream of something else – why can’t this be the normal way of working? It certainly seems healthier to be able to switch places and positions, instead of sitting at the same desk 8 hours a day, like a caged hamster. (And then running on a treadmill after work like a hamster on its running wheel.)
My colleagues miss the white walls of the office, its gossipy whispers and selective lunch invites. But I don’t. The sun is shining and I’m in my element. I might even paint my toe nails.
An office without walls – yes, please.
At daycare, the kids have been studying bugs. It’s all very cute. They bring home the songs about bugs, forming a happy little duet. One playing his kiddie guitar, the other his kiddie keyboard.
Like a lullaby, the song plays in my head at night. Even bugs seem tolerable now.