As I write this, it’s Sunday afternoon. When you read this, I’ll be on my way to work. Firmly back in reality. Ah, reality. It exists but sometimes I’m not too fond of it.
Conference Wind Down
I spend Thursday through to Sunday at Royal Pines Resort on the Gold Coast at the ProBlogger conference. I’m sure I’ll blog about that more over on Bloggers and Bacon but today it’s all about entering reality again.
So far two main things have stood out to me as I get used to being at home again.
My front door is really annoying. One door opens one way and the other opens the other. The problem with this is that to open the second door, you’re a bit squishy with the keys and you have to be holding them in the right way to get in. I stuffed this up when I got home. For some reason my coordination wasn’t allowing me to remember how to use keys to open doors. I blame the hotel for this. I like opening doors with cards. (It reminds me of video games.)
This one might be the hardest. For some reason, at home I can’t just walk out of a room to find food ready for me. What’s with that? The rumour is that I have to cook it and choose it and do everything myself.
Reality. It’s a harsh mistress.
How do you get back into reality after a change?