That ol' devil called Pressure

The beauty of our lives is the phenomenon of survival.  Fight or flight.  Wheat from the chaff.  Survival of the fittest.

Week three of the new role brought the biggest baptism of fire yet.  The demands on my time in these past few weeks has been much higher than expected and until a few days ago I was relishing all it brought:  challenge, stimulation and a sense of purpose.

How am I to know?

And so the first week is complete.

I went in with certain expectations, mainly because I was so desperate for things to be rather different to before.  And, thankfully, in the most important areas, they are very different.  But certain other gripes I had seem to have made the move with me.