Ok it’s time to pull up my big girls’ socks and get back on it. After an extra 7 weeks holiday on top of the year trotting around New Zealand I am officially going back…to….work. I am terrified! It is going to be a very big shock to the system, having to function at a higher level for a whole 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. To think outside the box, think solutions, get the numbers right and how to do things better. Make sure I get things right and do a good job. Oh and get this, it is a Financial Controller role and I am starting day one on Month End Close. Great moment to start, hit the ground running and all that 😳. I can do this. I know I can. But bloody hell, I am going to be exhausted after a year and 7 weeks of jaunting around on holiday.
I know my old boss and friend will be reading this so I have to be careful (hello Tjalling 😀) but what the hell he is a say-it-how-it-is typical Fresian kind of guy anyway so know I can speak freely 😜. I’m going back to Philips again. Back in Drachten and 1 day per week in Amsterdam. Back to people I know, a company I know and working with pretty much the same people, just in a different function. I am very lucky that I can slot back in, and it was just so fortunate that I was in the right time at the right place, drinking a hot chocolate with the right person. However the process of recruitment could have gone better, from job offer to start date took the HR guys 6 weeks to get my contracts sorted….but hey ho that’s just a month’s salary gone….we will manage!
Money is tight. But we just have to tighten the purse strings for another month and then things will be fine. There are always people in a worse position. AND we definitely cannot grumble, even if we have to scrabble our way through December it was still worth it, every single cent.
I’m still living off the joy of New Zealand, reliving the memories (this time last year…..) and keeping in touch with friends back there and missing it more. Re-reading blog entries and smiling at the moments and moments and moments we experienced. For instance, this time last year, this very day we were in Muriwai Beach campsite about an hour North-West from Auckland. I remember it being quite posh and we didn’t like it so much because it was posh. We preferred the older campsites with a bit of character. Also the other campers on the posh campsites were not so sociable (putting it politely). Having said that, I remember TJ got talking to some kiwi guy that had a pop up tent on the top of his car which we were all very impressed about. Anyway this campsite was on the beach and we went to watch the surfers and took a walk up the beach to go and see the nesting ground of 1000s of gannets just up the hill from the beach. We had to climb up some rocks to get up to the path and you had to time it just right jumping over the rocks before the next wave came in….the kids loved that. Oh and there was a cave on the edge of the rock face and we were trying to look in without being washed out to sea with big waves crashing up. That was just one day, one day of many many days where we were in awe of the beautiful countryside and breathtaking moments where mother nature showed just powerful she was.
It’s good to remember, they say don’t look back because you’re not going that way but sometimes that doesn’t apply. Sometimes it’s great to look back to see that you have achieved, sometimes it’s good to look back and see highs and lows that you experienced, that you have learnt from and then of course you move on…..move forward and keep going. I’m looking forward to getting my teeth stuck back into work, looking forward to getting my sh*t organised and back into a rhythm. It won’t be easy, but like my husband once told me, no war no victory 💪🏻.
Laters
Kelly
Well said Kelly xxx