Networking and Being Twelve

I have been out networking today. I decided it's no good waiting for things to happen on the job front, I have to make them happen by being out there, networking.

Now, when I mean networking I don't mean getting to the sea-side and flinging my shrimping equipment around with gay abandon. Oh no - although that would be a lovely occupation in today's rather summery weather. And I don't mean networking by being on the interwebbly and living life in 2-D through the medium of the electronic ether. What I mean is the casting of my confidence out into the ocean of life and seeing what I could pull back in or dredge up from my previous travels and travails.

And by networking today I have secured some adult education tutoring up until Christmas and two more contacts who now have me on their lists for more tutoring/ adult education/ course delivery in the future.

And I met up with lots of old colleagues who were really pleased to see me and I spent a good time catching up with gossip and drinking copious cups of tea. So I have achieved my objective of getting some lucrative part-time work which will still allow me to be a writer. Hurrah!!

Looking at my pedometer I have covered 15,826 steps in the last 7 hours. So I've done my exercise for today, too!

Yesterday was hair-do day. I went in long and grey and came out short and brunette.
'Do I look old enough to be a granny?' I said to the hairdresser.
'No,' he said.
'That was the correct answer!' I said. Job done!!

I thought, I'm going to buy a new top to go with my new hair and so I did. It is longish (I could just about get away with wearing it as a dress with my knee high boots), and has a flounce around the bottom. It is covered in purple and pink and blue flowers. And dotted with a sequin or two hither and thither. It is a Bohemian blousey, dressy thing and I skipped about town feeling about 12 years old.

And Andy came home bearing me a huge and lovely bouquet of flowers.

AND Strictly Come Dancing starts again tonight which always makes me and Andy feel like we should take up ballroom dancing.

Sometimes I get down about life. We all do. It's part of the rhythms of being human.

But I can also pick myself up again and move on.

And I have.