I’m been having a variety of emotions this weekend. Irritation over having to work on what should have been a free weekend, compassion for the client with the crisis, frustration when we had so much trouble solving his crisis, satisfaction when I was able to solve it, concern for my daughter, irritation with my husband (frankly just for being himself, and I should be used to that by now), pleasure in the beauty of the day and the sensual delights of the market, excitement over new ideas at work and worry over the workload and happiness with the new clients we have joining us and hopefulness about the new team we’re building, stress over the things that haven’t gotten done, childish glee at hitting 10000 steps a day at last, disappointment about all those turquoise days while the kids were here, quiet satisfaction about a few hours of sewing and watching people dealing with a variety of emotions on TV, enjoyment of time with my husband and conversations with my kids…
It never ends, does it? Honestly, I’d be happy to alternate between quiet happiness and intellectual excitement. A bit of sensual pleasure, certainly, but I’d be fine with skipping all the negative emotions. I really think I would. I’ve had plenty of adventures in my life already.