If I was at all sensible, I would be asleep by now, preparing, perhaps even steeling myself for a return to the office tomorrow. But naturally enough, I’m not sensible at all and so instead will capture some thoughts on my “summer job.”
In June, I was offered a job working for a national superbike (motorcycle) race series. Given the possibility of travel across Canada, some extra cash in my pocket and the offer to get out of the office and use up some of my vacation time, I jumped at the opportunity.
It has been everything that was promised and so much more. I travelled to Calgary, twice to Ontario and even did a local race. I got to “get away from it all”, which more and more is an appealing option.
I knew nothing previously of motorcycle road racing and have got to watch a number of great races, meet a load of great people and yes, witness a handful of insane crashes (they’re more frightening when viewed in person, less detachment from it then when you see it on TV or in a video). Being that much closer to the sport is a startling contrast to the office life, where, although I work in sport, so to speak, I’m far removed from the field or the court or the track and that distance adds layers of…bullshit? at times. Maybe that’s not the right word, but I always return to the lesson learned during my work term, that my position was to help others complete their job and yet, sometimes, we all get away from that, get away from the actual base goals of their job. I’m as guilty as anyone, but maybe I’m just tired.
The weekend past was our last race for the season and coming home, as always, is hard. Although the break from the office (and being busy enough while away to not be worrying about it) is refreshing (the same thinking could be applied to life in general), coming home to it all is a shift back to reality of sorts. But maybe I’m just tired.
So that was my summer, between the races, the work and my own life, the past three months have been a blur and there’s no sign of a break until maybe October, however, I feel at the same time that I’m getting a handle for this beast of busy-ness (on a side note, I originally typed that as business, which strikes me as being rather profound, but maybe I’m just tired).
At times I wonder if things will ever slow down much more then they are now, with me sitting here, my suitcase behind me, exploded with unloaded dirty clothes, as the night gets later and the day shifts from September 1st to 2nd (September! already!). At times, I wonder if that break will ever come, and then I wonder if I really want it to come, as I revel in this constant battle, this purpose.
But maybe, just maybe, I’m just tired.