So. Somehow this year is almost over. Next week it’s Christmas day and then we’ll be on to 2018. Because I’ve got one of those minds that over thinks and questions almost everything, I often at this time of year find myself thinking about the concept of time.
Who decided how many hours are in a day? How were months formed? Why do some months have less days than others? Who decided what time it is right now? I should probably Wikipedia some of these questions!!
Time. Days Hours. Weeks. Years. The older we get the faster they seem to fly even though that can’t be true it certainly feel that way.
The beauty of writing my blog gives me a chance to reflect on my week. Normally I’ll write about one aspect but I’m constantly reflecting on it all. It’s a great tool to appreciate what you’ve got when we can spend so much time talking about what we haven’t. Most days if someone asks how I am my stock replies are generally….stressed, tired, busy…. doesn’t sound like the best week. But when I reflect.. I can pick at least one great thing every day.
Monday I was snowed in so I got to spend all day working from home with my dogs by my side and winter walks at lunch time. Tuesday I got to spend the evening with one of my favourite people who keeps making me so proud to be his mum that I have to pinch myself that I’ve done an alright job there! Wednesday I went to my favourite restaurant with a friend I’ve known for 28 years! When we first met we instantly disliked each other… just shows you should always give someone a chance. Thursday I thought about my lovely friend who said goodbye to her dad and in the sadness was in awe of her photos and memories unable to stop myself smile at the amazing times they’d created that can never be taken away. Friday I had the day off and I had some brilliant news that made my cheeks hurt by the evening because I couldn’t stop grinning from excitement. Saturday I got to spend the day with Miss E and we attended the most beautiful wedding and at the end of it I not only came away giddy on the brides love for each other but with total admiration for my friend who spoke so eloquently and sincere during her speech. Also the image of their two dogs leading the walk down the aisle will stay forever in my mind along with the stunning backdrop behind the room full of happiness.
And Sunday. Well Sunday is about you! I am so grateful and also quite self conscious about the fact you give me the impetus and drive to write and reflect and give me the opportunity to think even in all the trials of this life… I’m so very lucky.
Lots of love and a Happy Sunday xxx
It’s been a bit of an odd week. Some disappointments. Some adjustments. Still no closer to knowing when my house is ready. Still no bed! The result was a tiny weep with mum as we drank an Americano at the park.
An arm around my shoulder from mum made it better. Then throughout the week I indulged in that love around me to pull myself out of feeling a bit sorry for myself.
The most thoughtful present from two young colleagues in work, a belated birthday present of a crafted work of my family. Made me cry again though! A family visit to watch my nephew play football. His proud face looking towards us after scoring a goal. A friend’s husband who ferries her over one evening so we can catch up over sauvignon (and the friend of course!). An apology that makes it all ok again. Watching the ladies tennis final cuddled up on the sofa while the rain drizzled. Meeting the older nephew after school and devouring his freshly made chocolate brownies. Then having an early tea with him and my son at the local Italian. A dash around the charity shop and finding a chunky mirror that I just ‘need.
So despite the low mood and the tears that started the week off there was so much else in it to make it good. It’s amazing writing it all down because sometimes you don’t see it all when things seem dark.
Happy Sunday everyone xxx
As I walked through Manchester yesterday I saw this on the wall of a grey tunnel.
I love it for all kinds of reasons.
Firstly someone bothered to write it.
I love the grammar because I’m assuming that means the author is young.
I love the fact someone young expressed themselves so vibrantly.
I even love the fact the person who wrote this has had an experience meaning they know …. the course of true love certainly doesn’t run smooth!!!
In a week where the younger generation have had their voices heard and have provided what I think is a legacy that we can build on for the future. A voice for Decency. Calm. Determination. Truth. Inclusiveness. I’m basically writing a high five to you.
Nobody should be scared to express themselves. It could be telling someone they make you happy or even telling someone they’re not. It could be giving your voice to a cause or writing down in a diary just for you. It could be that you simply smile or say well done. It can be through music or a painting. It could be through tears or laughter. It might be through love.
Whatever way it is.
Happy Sunday xx
I’ve had a beautiful weekend. Sun. Jacuzzi. Love. Dogs. Walks. Fizz.
All the time though Manchester is not far from my heart.
It’s heart breaking to read the devastation of innocent lives.
Almost as difficult is to read the tirade of abuse towards one culture.
What can we do? Words only can seem futile…. yet bombs, knives and guns…… just kill people.
I could go on a political rollercoaster but I won’t.
Laugh at this or call me a do-gooder… we can only judge someone when we know them. We can only be responsible for how we behave. We can choose to be kind. We can decide to bring our kids up to be compassionate. We can be accepting of people who are different. We can change. We can look out for our neighbour. We can smile and say hello to a stranger. We know better than to only look after ourselves. We can stop pointing the finger. We can stop spewing hate. We can be kind. We can.
Hate breeds hate.
Love breeds love.
Too simple yes but it’s the only ammunition I’ve got.
Lots of love on this Sunday xxx
I’ve never really been one to be quiet. As a toddler I’d be organising who sat where at an imaginary tea party and as a teenager I’d march up to anyone who dared to be horrible to my little brother. Teachers included. Mouthy some may have said. Protective and learnt survival tactics l say.
When I took my A levels at 23 and the English literature lecturer asked if anyone would like to read a part… my hand was always first up. The young ones looked at me mostly with amusement and that look of ‘teachers pet’ as I got into the swings and throes of Pride and Prejudice.
This week I’ve noticed that lots of people think but don’t vocalise their thoughts. I was at a meeting where the majority of the room felt it wasn’t productive (ie a complete waste of time) but everyone got up and said thanks.
I said something. I couldn’t bare to see the waste of resources and time and not say anything. I had several emails and conversations with other attendees who were livid, angry, despondent.
Yet they said nothing.
Why is it so hard for so many to put their hand up, to ask a question, to give their opinion. Why do we sit quietly even if we know the answer? Why don’t we risk asking a question even when it’s really important to us?
I think a lot of people are scared, lack confidence or are too self critical to speak up.
Frightened to get the answer wrong.
Isn’t that worse than not saying anything at all?
Happy Sunday everyone xx
I’ve figured out the answer to world peace!!
On Friday night I was invited out to an all women’s ‘disco’. It’s actually called the ‘shit lesbian disco’… which comes apparently from the fact a lot of the those types of events historically have ….. well… been a bit shit!
This one certainly wasn’t.
800 women filled this alternative music bar and it was magical. From the second the friendly organiser ticked our name off her list and we were offered a free shot from a woman with the happiest smile that was impossible not to respond to enthusiastically.
Making my way to the cloak room the line of women did not sit silently. We chatted easily and the woman who took my jacket sat on the floor cross legged as she labelled it for my collection later.
The staff running the bar were oozing energy. There was no frustrations at queuing just an opportunity to dance gently whilst waiting to be served.
And so to the music. Three women. Two laptops. One music deck (no idea if that’s the correct description!). Two of the women alternately chose a track and every time just got it so right as the crowd responded whooping as they danced. Later the tracks stopped and made way to the most amazing wordsmith who’s narrative was mesmerising and it was impossible not to listen to every letter within every word. The band then took their place debuting their new EP filling the room with rap, drums and guitars that compelled the crowd to stay and move their bodies in appreciation. The music then returned and everyone just continued. To dance.
This room was brimming with culture, diversity and more importantly love and acceptance. From the sari wearing DJ to the traditional dress of the wordsmith, to the women in heels and those in trainers. Women with make up and those without. Women in dresses and women in jeans. Black women. Muslim women. White women. Chinese women. Women with red hair and those with pink. Women holding hands and women just there for the music.
And that’s world peace in one room.
Music. Love. Acceptance. Dance.
Happy Sunday everyone x
To all the mums. To you who feels a failure for not making pureed food for your new baby while everyone else seems like super mum. To you who really hates making things out of plasticine but does it anyway. To you who has no mum anymore and misses her desperately. To you who has a mum somewhere but also doesn’t have her in your life. To you the mum who juggles it all. To you the mum who feels guilty no matter how much effort you put in. To you the mum who is stressed. To you the mum who can’t wait for bed time. To you the mum who shouts sometimes. To you the mum who’s protecting their child in the best way they can. To you the mum who has lost. To you the mum that it never happened for. To you the mums that will be. To you the mums that could’ve been, that bravely decided it isn’t for you. To mums of dogs and cats. To mums taking on the job of other mums that couldn’t be. And to you mums who seem to do it so effortlessly!
Mum’s. We’re all different. We’re not a perfect poster image in a magazine. We get 17 minutes to ourselves apparently each day. 17 minutes! The rest of the time we’re devoting to kids, partners, animals, work, cooking, driving, ironing, cleaning, studying, making last minute costumes for school etc etc! .
So I think we all well deserve this one day to celebrate!
To mums everywhere! Have a lovely day xxxx