Gone to Italy to eat pizza, drink wine, consume culture and walk old Ligurian donkey tracks. Daily blogging highly unlikely.
Tag: sabbatical
Day 15: Trip prep
Get diazepam repeat prescription and load up hypnotherapy help on phone for fear of flying, borrow map and phrasebook from neighbours, double-check cheap airlines small print on bag policies, print maps from airport to hotels, and train times for onward travel, pack accordingly to list made in 1994, write note to self for the early morning to bring chargers, quick brag on social media, and I'm off.
Day 14: That fence isn't going to paint itself
Having worked my way through a long list of admin, shopping, household, DIY and animal husbandry jobs today, it put me in mind of when retired people saying they don't know how they ever found time to work. That. It's 00.30am. Goodnight.
Day 13: Rita, RSI and recovery
Lunch with an 86-year-old birthday girl, Rita, who can barely walk due to leg inflammation and support strapping makes one truly appreciate one's own mobility and relative youth. This sabbatical is more than anything a screen break; it's about getting physically healthier after years of being a human guinea-pig for the incoming computer generation.
My story is that I got RSI in my neck and right arm in the early 90s, following 12-hour days as part of the launch team on a new weekly TV mag in the deregulated TV listings market. I was off work for a year at the age of 23, and so were half the listings department. Another year part-time and then, after discovering Alexander Technique, I was able to return to full-time work again. The injury is something I've had to manage ever since. Overwork, bad posture, long hours, few breaks, clicky-work (data/content migrations) are all triggers. Last year after six months of a sore neck, the physio said there was nothing more they could do but to look at lifestyle change.
And so here I am. It's going to be interesting to see how much of the stiffness, aches and pains I can reverse. And maybe I won't have to wear glasses all day either. We'll see (what I did there).
Day 12: Humming of the bird
Busy day for not very nice reasons but then a lovely visit from my long-time curly chum and sambista, Carinya, who is writing up a storm over on her Guyana blog, the Humming of the Bird. Go read it.
We took her on a guided tour of Stirchley's junior hipsterville-ification after an old-school Stirchley balti. To your right is the community bakery and cookery school, to your left the carpet shop gorilla, here is Drums International and its sister guitar shop the Music Exchange. There is the former Belgian consulate.
But nothing beat stumbling upon a chamber music performance in the P Cafe followed by a cosy cider in the rammed Wild Cat Tap micropub next door. We didn't even get as far as the Bike Foundry and Stirchley Wines.
Stirchley – more hipster than Moseley right now.
Day 11: Fat Fluffs, mentoring and Tories in town
Rabbits are both social creatures and vicious furballs of hate so they must go through a bonding process in order to be 'friends'; sort of like a supervised date. The excellent and knowledgable Fat Fluffs charity is going to attempt a double couple bonding with our male and female, who hate each other, followed by a group bonding. So with a bit of luck we may soon be looking after four rescue bunnies not just two. Busy times ahead.
I then did my first bit of mentoring in an effort to give something back and make use of my industry knowledge. I met with a young female graduate who wants to break into writing/publishing. Explaining what I do as a 'words person' (for want of a better title) was quite exhausting as we rambled from training options to journalism, blogging, content marketing, social media marketing and self-publishing. Hopefully useful info for someone just starting out but it's a radically different world of publishing now from when I first started (and computers were only just coming in). There are fewer traditional routes in but also many more opportunities to get started. And little careers advice, it seems.
I guess I learnt from articulating things that most of my work in the past seven years has come from embracing new technology and tools, teaching myself new stuff, blogging that process, being semi-good at SEO, then sharing what I've learnt both as a trainer and in the workplace. I may have been a digital content editor/strategist by title but more often than not I was also chief explainer to new online publishers. Freelancers have to be self-starters and lifelong learners – and never more so than now.
The evening ended with a nice dinner catchup with an old comics pal from my London days. He's now a local councillor and was up for the Tory party conference, which has rolled into town this week. It could have been a nightmare but fortunately the closest we got to talking politics was today's Breakfast/Brexit gaffe. So all was well across the dinner table divide.
Day 10: What does taking a sabbatical mean?
I'm still working with two other clients so it was a busy day back at my desk, writing, editing and figuring out a Q4 content plan of attack.
Some say that a sabbatical should be a complete break but I enjoy my work and it keeps my hand in, as the phrase goes, as well as keeping me afloat financially. To get a bit more clarity on what taking a sabbatical can achieve, I'm hopefully meeting Sam Underwood this week. Sam inspired me with his sabbatical a few years ago, and I'll be asking him questions like:
- should I take new work on while on sabbatical?
- how do I cope with all the change?
- how do I avoid drifting and losing self-confidence?
- should I be prescriptive and plan my time constructively or actually take a break and leave room for new things to happen?
- how did his sabbatical plan work out for him and would he do anything differently now?
A while back I canvassed Facebook friends asking: Has anyone I know taken a sabbatical? What did you do/learn/gain? They had:
- travelled
- learnt a language
- learnt to build dry stone walls (when else!)
- wrote a book
- ended a long-term relationship
- more or less reinvented themselves
Despite some of the negatives, there didn't seem to be any regrets.
A few months later, I also asked what friends would do if they had a few weeks' free time in which to do something challenging. They said:
- finish writing up research/book
- organise the house
- volunteer
- take an iconic train journey or long boat ride (longboat ride?)
- learn or do something new – yachting or gliding lessons, belly dancing or busking
- long-distance hike or cycle
- yoga retreat
In fact, I have plans for pretty much all of the above. And more. I'm not sure how to fit it all in or how to prioritise – or do I just make the sabbatical longer? Questions, questions, ideas, and more questions.
Day 9: Doll to Brum
Breakfast in Dolgellau, lunch in Brum; only 3.5 hours to get home. Now chilling with buns and getting ready for a busy week of around 9-10 meetings – not all of them with a human. Bert, aka rabbit 1388, at Fat Fluffs has a hole in his nose and we're after him for a possible adoption and bonding with Joy.
Day 8: First panic and a trip to Barmouth
Last night I felt homesick and just wanted to go home to our bunnies and get back to work. Which is kind of unexpected as I don't think I have ever come to the end of a holiday eager to get back to the daily grind. Maybe it's because I have no structure to go back to? Now that my free time is here, maybe I'm rueing the annoying 9-5.30 framework that made sense of my day and gave me things like school nights and weekends and the Christmas break to look forward to.
I also had the anxious realisation that I may finally have to more than just talk about my own ideas and dreams down the pub. Rejection and failure is not something I'm used to in my job of 30 years but I can surely expect a fair bit of that when building stuff of my own.
So there was a sleepless night and I'm sure there will be many more as things start, change, and bring both new horizons and new risks.
It rained through the night and all the way to lunchtime so I finished my book. (I wonder if I subconsciously took The Snowden Files because of our Snowdonia trip.) Given assumed NSA/CGHQ surveillance of Jo Public's comms, it's definitely given me an appetite to look more into cyber security if only to regain some sense of self-control and to brush up on information/data literacy.
This afternoon we drove down the valley to Barmouth. I remember vividly going on the waltzers there as a child of nine or 10. I remember thinking: "Wow! A funfair and it's at the seaside. Best thing ever!" Amazingly the waltzers ride is still there. These days I'd rather jump in a quarry lake than go on a sick-making centrifugal fun ride, but walking along the Barmouth Bridge viaduct was cool. That's your 40s for you.
Day 7: A wild swim and a very long walk
Switchover day as we shifted to Dolgellau, taking in a wild swim in the Blue Lake (aka Golwern Slate Quarry). I've never done a wild swim in the UK but I have read some of Roger Deakin's inspiring Waterlog and the idea of navigating through an old mining tunnel to get to the lake was too Indiana Jones to resist. So in I jumped. Pete, of course, had the camera…
The water temperature was as breathtaking as the vivid blue lake with vertical walls all around but I managed to swim across, trying not to think of the rumoured 90ft depth. Once out, my skin started to burn, not unpleasantly. I'm adding this to my #microadventures list. A challenge for me but nothing compared with those people who jump from high ledges 50ft down into the deep.
On a different kind of high, I set out to walk part of the 10-mile Mawddach Trail, along the wide estuary from Dolgellau down to Barmouth. The legs gave up around 6.5 miles in but I'm quite chuffed I made it that far and really enjoyed the changing estuary scenery, which was almost lunar in the sunshine.
Now chilling with a sauvignon and a pie. Stay classy Dolgellau.