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Still waters run deep

Staring at the water as I do most weekend mornings, enjoying the peace and coffee, I’m contemplating the simple satisfaction of cleaning a swimming pool.

It can be frustrating too sometimes but mostly I feel satisfied doing the work. The basics are always the same; scoop the leaves, empty filters, rescue sodden bees and gekkos. Then then there are the water tests, chemical balancing, and regular troubleshooting.

When it’s done and everything is working, we can all enjoy it.

Then you do it all over again – especially with towering trees, the rogue bees and other nature messing with perfection.

It’s not an easy job. I’m sure the lads at my local pool shop rue the 40-degree days when they’re lugging chemicals and equipment to clean someone else’s pool. But after long days in an office, sitting for hours in meetings or banging out copy at a desk, it’s a tonic.

So, what is it that makes cleaning the pool so satisfying and how can that translate to the office (or can it)?

Firstly, and most obviously, it’s active and outdoors.

Not sure that translates to corporate life but squeezing in outdoor time, a walk or using the stand- up desk could conquer the interminable sitting.

Every action is for a reason, everything you put into the water is designed to have an impact.

Minimise the meetings and emails that get nothing done. Ring people when you need an answer or walk up to their desk – it’s harder to dodge a question in person.

I’m in control (most of the time) with pool management. It’s up to me to decide what to do and how to do it. The pool is my domain.

Ensure your team has super clear roles and responsibilities, Reduce the layers of approvals and oversights to wade through.

Pool cleaning is a ‘just do it’ job – you get results. There can be complexity of course; the science of water management is a challenge I’m oddly enthralled by. The pH tests make me feel like a mad scientist.

Take on new challenges. Say yes to doing the things that scare you. The bigger the challenge, the greater the reward. Being the right kind of scared occasionally is healthy.

There are tangible, usually fast results with the pool. You can see success right there in front of you. No waiting or wondering.

Find something daily you can cross off the list – find a sense of achievement even if there are 50 other things hanging in limbo with multiple stakeholders and opinions at play.

There’s value in a clean pool that family and friends can swim in safely and comfortably.

Build a team that revels in success with you. Sharing the wins and lifting each other up is so much sweeter.

If you don’t get results, you have carte blanche to change tact and try something else. If you still can make it work, you have support. The local pool shop gets  a call when there’s a pool emergency.

Don’t point fingers or shirk accountability. Create a network that has your back and will help solve the problem with you.

You either do a great job and get results – a pool you can swim in. Or you don’t.

Focus on solutions, not problems. Minimise the debriefs and pointless rear-view of what could’ve- should’ve happened. Move on and park your judgement and unconscious biases.

Like mowing lawns or growing a garden, pool work isn’t easy. But nothing worth doing is.

Fly, little one

Alone in beautiful, tropical Queensland with only a book and a busy brain for company. Overthinking all the things, worrying and hurdling what ifs?

Is this what it will feel like if our daughter moves away to work and build her own identity and life?

Is this how my mother felt when I did the same a million lifetimes ago when I was bolder and braver and never stopped to think I couldn’t handle everything.

I’m so proud of our daughter for being brave and strong and taking risks but I’m sad that I’ll lose her company. I didn’t realise how much a part of my day-to-day our often tiny interactions mean.

They fill a space in my pretty solitary life in a way that other relationships don’t. Spouse is different, son different again and work, a whole other ball of wax.

A taste of my girl moving – growing her independence and hopefully happiness, is as much an adjustment for me. People keep asking how I’ll feel if she gets a job interstate, and I’ve acknowledged I’d miss her but am proud she’s making the most of opportunities.

Now, being alone on vacation while she interviews and attends events with the goal of impressing potential employers in the tourism industry, I realise how redundant I am.

I’ve done my part – with my husband, raising a beautiful, kind, smart, brave young woman and now she belongs to the world. It’s hers to make the life she wants.

This is what happy sadness feels like.

PostScript: We were home from vacation for two days before the phone call came. On Monday 28 October a job offer came through. It was the one she wanted, so she’s about to fly the coop!

Bracing myself …

November 19: She’s gone – for an initial six months of island life in Queensland. She is very happy – I’m adjusting.

Tropic of contemplation

A week in the tropics. Alone with my thoughts and contemplation. A chance to navel gaze and wrangle with the ‘why’ and ‘what next’ of mid life.
It’s kismet that the opportunity for a week away  in balmy North Queensland coincides with navigating some life questions.
Let’s see if sunshine and snorkelling, reading and afternoon swims foster clarity.
We’re fresh off the plane but so far everything has gone right. This is a good sign.

What does success look like to you?

What does success look like to you? Professional success. Not good health and a beautiful family, a roof over your head and food in the fridge, and not money in the bank.

The career success that makes work exciting and challenging and keeps you coming back for more.

After a recent deadline heavy week, delivering with a small team on a year-long project with a go-live date set in stone, I headed for home and the weekend ahead wondering what the heck.

There was no collective sigh of relief, or group congrats. No high fives, backslapping or heading to the nearest pub for a debrief. No one expects fireworks or popping champagne corks but the anticlimax, the fizzle of adrenalin, and the emptiness of the non-occasion was real.

I had to ask myself, what does success look like to me now?

In the old days of a big, bold career success was cheers with the team, wrap parties, or bump out drinks. When success was really meaningful, it was a juicy bonus and a promotion.

Those days are behind me. Now, success is measured in meeting business objectives; the satisfaction of creating something of value; learning new skills and conquering fears (both hugely invigorating for me); and being proud of the outcome, even if no one else seems to notice.

Oh, and not killing someone in the process. That’s always a win.

What does success look like to you?