{"id":86,"date":"2011-09-21T21:41:26","date_gmt":"2011-09-21T21:41:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kamillamilligan.com\/2011-09-21-day-of-peace\/"},"modified":"2011-09-21T21:41:26","modified_gmt":"2011-09-21T21:41:26","slug":"2011-09-21-day-of-peace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kamillamilligan.com\/index.php\/2011\/09\/21\/2011-09-21-day-of-peace\/","title":{"rendered":"Day of Peace"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today is International Day of Peace.<br \/>\nI must admit that I did not feel very peaceful much of the day.<\/p>\n<p>Rushing out of the house in the morning.<\/p>\n<p>At my mom&#8217;s my car broke down: a hose that my husband and BIL had temporarily fixed burst, leaking fluid all over. I was angry, mainly at myself for not insisting that we take the car in to complete the repair job. Furious, actually. I had to take my mom&#8217;s car to work, and once there, realized that I was still wearing my Ergo, something she usually needs to put baby to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>At work I realized today that my current load is overwhelming. I am frustrated that I didn&#8217;t push to get admin support in place BEFORE the year started. Instead, I&#8217;ve been doing ALL the start-up practical work that I should have passed on to someone else. Once we hire someone, there will already be a lot less work. And in everything I&#8217;m doing I barely have time to tackle the most important part of my job, case work. When?! So many trainings, meetings, letters, plans, coordination &#8230; and then website updates, finance forms, and on and on.<\/p>\n<p>That is about when I realized it&#8217;s International Peace Day. The irony struck me. Nonetheless, in honour of this blog, I felt bound to try and focus on the peace for the rest of the day.<\/p>\n<p>Then a surprise phone call from a Vancouver colleague. He is high up consultanty with the university and I replied to a CC suggesting we connect to talk about my office&#8217;s work here. Didn&#8217;t expect a reply. But he called. And suggested he, his wife and baby take me out to lunch on Friday. Um &#8230; why &#8230; okay. He was just so friendly and I was so off-guard. I warned him my daughter is a messy eater. He claims that their son is as well. We shall see. It might be delightful but in the moment it felt mainly like stress.<\/p>\n<p>Over lunch I rushed back to mom&#8217;s the meet the tow truck. Which was a beautiful break in the day as my girlie had just woken up and nursed (yay!). And while I was stressed about 2 afternoon meetings, they actually went amazingly well. First with a group of students who want to get involved and initiate a project this year; second with some colleagues who are amazing collaborators and we came up with some practical ideas to move things forward.<\/p>\n<p>The day ended long after husband picked us up from mom&#8217;s in the repaired car; then home with an active baby; then bath, play, nurse and sleep. But I had a break in the middle for a shower while husband played with her. And now it&#8217;s before 10 and I&#8217;m nearly done all vital work for the day and actually, what was I so stressed about? I do great work, I have a wonderful family, and everything will work out. I will keep getting things done and if it doesn&#8217;t get done, life will go on.<\/p>\n<p>Peace. A choice. A state of mind. A conscious reaction to what we encounter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today is International Day of Peace. I must admit that I did not feel very peaceful much of the day. 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