A while ago I was talking to an important woman with a demanding job and I was quizzing her about her life, how she makes it work (not that I will ever have, or want, a demanding job) – and we fell to talking about some people we know who socialise a lot. And I mean a LOT. Like 4 nights a week most weeks, and are often away at the weekend.
“Do you do that?” I said.
“No,” said the woman, “I’m in most nights. Going out a lot… that’s just not where I get my energy from”.
Okay she was an American, and that’s kind of the way they speak (see my previous post about goop), but she has a good point, doesn’t she? Whether or not you buy into that kind of turn of phrase, there is something there to that acknowledgment that certain things give us our own personal “energy” and some things do not. I think part of not letting life hold you in a half-nelson is identifying what gives you energy and what doesn’t.
The Spike Live was kind of extraordinary – that so many people would turn up because they love The Spike, because they wanted to actualise this community, that they submitted so many pertinent and personal questions, that they talked to everyone, that no-one was a stand-offish douche. It couldn’t have gone better.
But I’m not sure doing that, standing up and talking, scrabbling in my head for what to say next, (when normally I am at my computer and have all the time in the world), suddenly being really aware of my hot face and my ears and my crazy outfit – did that give me energy? I’m not sure.
I worry now that this makes me seem ungrateful – to everyone who came, to the organisational panache and huge generosity of everyone at the Tom Dixon store, especially Super Spiker Juliette Greenspan – or like I had a bad time. I’m not, I didn’t.
But it just struck me, that energy thing. What does give me energy? In no particular order; writing, specifically writing The Spike, cooking (still, after all these years), finding a good book to read after months in the doldrums… watching my children having fun doing something, talking to my husband.
Anyway as we head into half term, (yours may even be coming to and end), with the inevitable pause button that comes with it, I wonder what gives you energy?
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