Dancing Engineer. Fierce Woman.
Okay, so I’m back at work one hundred percent which means a couple of next steps are happening within the next six to twelve months.
Career-wise.
It’s time to apply to CFPs again.
A few in particular are kickass / relevant / on my radar / wouldn’t it be super keen to do / omgomgomg.
But, here’s my question.
Do you want to see the process?
How to choose a conference? How to write up an abstract? How to ask for feedback?
My super sekret method for WAITING FOR A RESPONSE?!?
My lucky tat?
P is super sick today, I’m working from downstairs AGAIN because connectivity is absolute ASS at our new house, and I’m officially off of sick leave / maternity ramp up.
No big deal.
Okay, but seriously, can we take a second to celebrate that?
OMG I’M FINALLY ONE HUNDRED PERCENT AT WORK AGAIN
IT’S BEEN LITERALLY YEARS
LITERALLY
YEARS
..
…
KERMIT FLAIL!! !
Ahem.
This morning, first of all, I woke up at FOUR FORTY FIVE because of birds singing the songs of their people.
Jerks.
And second of all, if you’d like to see what it looks like to sprint up to and then BOOGIE ACROSS THE FINISH LINE…
I do not consider myself a runner.
That is not one of my labels.
But.
Sometimes I run.
First, let’s clearly define ‘run’.
“move at a speed faster than a walk, never having both or all the feet on the ground at the same time”
Now, there are tons of people who WALK faster than I RUN.
Cause of my awesome heart.
But through MONTHS of work, my personal trainer, Ifat, got me running.
YEARS AGO.
I completely stopped when I was pregnant with my eldest. And then I ran a bit here and there, but mostly didn’t run again until Nacht van Groningen.
I’m tired.
Well and truly exhausted, actually.
I got enough sleep last night. And managed to work a bit this morning, although nothing to brag about. And then I gave an Elevator Pitch workshop via Toastmasters Groningen and Connect International.
That sounds WAY more impressive than it feels upon reflection.
Have I mentioned how tired I am?
I might not make any sense right now.
I do humbly reserve the right to delete the fuck out of this post in the morning after I’ve gotten six meager hours of sleep because #TWINS like to get up at six.
Cause #GotMilk
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