Every now and again I have a day where I feel like Kitty. Where I don't feel like much except lazying about, sitting, sleeping, quietly contemplating. This has been my first free Monday in sometime; you might remembering me mentioning I had decided to leave one of my jobs - but I had always expected to work my rostered shifts till the end of March - but got a phone call last week saying all my shifts had been replaced and that was that. Though mostly relieved; I felt sad for not being able to say goodbye; to my workmates in our little museum shop, to the friends I'd made in other shops, cleaners, to the airport in general.
To me the airport is a bizarre place; of leaving, returning, rushes, delays, early mornings, security checks, late nights, watching planes land and take off on my lunch breaks, bus trips, dawn and dusk on grey tarmac. I'm fairly certain the next time I step inside an airport it will be to fly off somewhere - not to pace a shop, dusting shelves and watching time tick over. I will be forever thankful for the opportunity I had to work there; the people I met and the interesting conversations we had - but I certainly won't miss standing up for 8 hours. Or the 7am starts. Nope. Not at all. I'm ready to have my Mondays free again; I can imagine all the possibilities - all the things I can try to pursue and achieve in the day but for now I'm content just starting my week in stillness, calmness, gentle movement, contemplating all that's been and all that's ahead.
Happy Monday to you sweet friends!