Now I don’t want anyone to think I am only writing about planning to make changes; you know the all talk, no action type of thing. Rest assured, there has been some movement in the right direction.

To keep you in the loop, this is the progress to date:

The man and I did a cost/benefit analysis of owning the boat and came to the startling conclusion of ‘Geez (feel free to substitute your own word here), that much?  The boat has to go!’  Decision made. It will be on the market mid September. The man who fortuitously is a boat builder is toiling hard to meet the deadline.  The middle cabin which we turned into a double berth last year is being finished in (recycled) kauri and is looking mighty fine. The headsail which was embarrassingly tatty with its UV strip flapping merrily in the breeze when we used it is now getting repaired by the sailmaker.  We are on track.

Any thoughts of me climbing the career ladder have been firmly put to bed. I am completely resolute and laugh in the face of any suggestion that a promotion is the way to go!  Not interested. When my present secondment finishes, I have vowed to return to my home library.  Once back, I will take a breathe and then work out what I need to do to achieve my aim of slow living in regards to work. Standing still for a while is a good first step in this direction, I think.

The downsizing of possessions is underway too. Sorting out the family photos, china and other pieces is happening, albeit slowly. I also culled our clothes the other day. The amount that needed to go was tiny with only a few items of mine making the pile and even less of the man’s. Most of mine were paint splattered items that I’d washed and put carefully back in the drawer to wear again. I haven’t.  As way of explanation, I do wear a large shirt as protection when I paint* but my haphazard and uncoordinated use of the brush inevitably means a sad ending for the clothes underneath the shirt.  The man’s  pile was just as small. This is hardly surprising; his uniform of checked shirts (winter and summer options), and jeans or shorts depending on the season have their own lifecycle. They start off as casual wear, and as they age, they become work wear. Eventually, when there are holes in the pants and there are too few buttons on the shirt, they either become rags or go in the rubbish. There is little wastage.  All clothes culled in the clean out that day were beyond being (further) recycled and were ditched.

Addressing the imbalance between work and leisure is beginning. The bikes are going to play a big part in this. We have had them serviced. My French course is back on the menu.

Lastly we have booked a holiday early August. I can’t wait.

* I paint rooms, not pictures.