Ce n'est pas une colline
This is not a hill.
Following another meeting with my NLP (kind of) counsellor, about how I feel at work in the mornings compared to how I feel in the afternoons:
In the mornings, the day looms up over me like a hill. I look forward to the afternoon when I know I will be strolling down the other side of the hill towards the little village Hometime. I use this thought to cheer me up whilst I queue for another coffee to prepare me for the gruelling climb ahead. But every day, as I approach Hometime and glance back at the day I've just walked through, I realise there is no hill.
Ce n'est pas une colline
This is not a hill.
Following another meeting with my NLP (kind of) counsellor, about how I feel at work in the mornings compared to how I feel in the afternoons:
In the mornings, the day looms up over me like a hill. I look forward to the afternoon when I know I will be strolling down the other side of the hill towards the little village Hometime. I use this thought to cheer me up whilst I queue for another coffee to prepare me for the gruelling climb ahead. But every day, as I approach Hometime and glance back at the day I've just walked through, I realise there is no hill.