I only realised today that the act of re-vamping one’s CV is more than just a practical job. It jogs all sorts of memories and also squeezes a lifetime onto a couple of pages.
I’d been working on my CV for the early days of this week and this morning I made a mad rush out of the house to feast my eyes on the beauty of the sea.
The tide was out so the three miles of Tramore sands seemed to stretch forever and there was such a sense of living in the moment ~ cocooned between the past that is summarised on the CV and an unknown future. What bliss to be in the present in the place that anchors me most through its familiar, but ever-changing beauty.