I’m pleased to be working with Laura tomorrow. We don’t get to do it that often, so when our realities collide, it’s fun.
Me. The gentle knocking woke me up: room service delivering my breakfast. Lovely. Coffee a bit cold, but you can’t have everything i guess. Shower, dressed, stuck on headphones and walked through the city, listening to the Foo Fighters. A beautiful summer morning, along the Thames, up to the hotel where i’m working this week. Talked all morning about strategy with client. Went for lunch. Lovely. Talked all afternoon about communities. G&T with the team. Then dinner. Lovely. Wondered how the garden was doing.
Laura: trying to get away from home to make it to London. Trying to deal with email borne crisis on phone when toddler upends dinner onto cream carpet. Gravy everywhere. Damn. Tries to clean gravy whilst texting response. Puts toddler in bath to clean up: poor placement of rubber duck results in toddler being soaked (along with good portion of the backroom) by splash-back. Toddler burst into tears. Laura: ‘i nearly cried‘.
In the Social Age, our boundaries are rarely clear, and our priorities can get mixed up. The notion that work is real may be a fantasy: maybe it’s family that’s real. It’s easy to mistake the illusion of real life for the real thing. The lesson? Balance requires some thought. And don’t believe that the illusions are real.