A Milestone Overlooked

I definitely believe my brain has gone on holidays or a least part of it. There are so many things I have forgotten about during these last few weeks. It really is embarrassing.

Forgot national book lovers day even though I love books.  Nearly forgot National Girl Friends Day. I have missed two art exhibitions and a few other things have just slipped past. Really it is very irritating. I am normally on the ball but this year the concept of remembering seems to have disappeared. Now if just one person says it is to do with age I think I will scream.

But the icing on the cake is that I totally overlooked in fact I totally forgot, that on July 31st I set up my blog a year ago. Wow I can hardly believe  that yet again I have forgotten something which I really shouldn’t have. It had taken me years to take the courage to even think about setting up a blog.

The actuality of naming, writing and publishing the blog was absolutely mammoth but with the backing of my other half, the practical help from Kerry at http://www.fabuliciousfifty.com and the voice of Marion resounding in my head I took the plunge. Nervous just doesn’t come near to how I felt when I hit the “publish” button.

Now over a year later I overlooked the date and didn’t celebrate.

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A friend of mine who died during the year always said it was important to celebrate. To acknowledge achievements irrespective how big or small those achievements were. So Bernie here it goes, although it is a few months late I am taking heed and celebrating this first milestone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beginnings or are they endings?

There is a beginning and an ending for all experiences. Sometimes it is hard to end such experiences. This is about knowing when to let something go which is no longer relevant to our lives and is just taking up valuable space.

Now it may be as simple as realising that the book we have had since our twenties and which we have never read again is actually only taking up space on our precious book shelf. Some might say it has seen them through life but has it really when it has never been taken down from that shelf? Why is it some people just don’t hold onto things while others seem to get solace from having them?

I have a copy of all Shakespeare’s plays. It was given to me as a twenty first birthday present. So on my shelf is a book I received nearly forty years ago and which I never read as the cover makes my teeth “water” and the pages make my fingers itch!!! Really how inane is that? Why do I need to hang onto something which I have never and will never read?

So today the Shakespeare tome has been moved to the box which will make its way to the book exchange. Surprisingly it was not as difficult as I thought it would be to remove this book. Having developed a skin allergy to paper and card dust and certain other fibres, the need to hold onto this book was not as strong as I thought.

The practicalities far out-weigh, the nostalgia I had attributed to this books. This is definitely an unexpected ending. Or perhaps  a new beginning?

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Comparison

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I was sent this today and it is so true. There are so many times when we compare ourselves to others. Sometimes we don’t say it out loud but saying it privately to ourselves can be even more destructive.

It is the last line which has struck me as being very powerful “Gratitude turns what we have into enough”.

Wow, just take a second and think about it…..

 

The Perfect Present

except make that coffee or a glass of wine!

I have to agree with C.S.Lewis. I have been trying to find a cup or a mug large enough to last a chapter of a book never mind a complete book.  However, the shape was wrong, or the pattern was wrong, or it wasn’t china which for me is a prerequisite for any cup of tea. Fussy?  Yes totally.

Then I got a present from another tea loving friend.  Yes, a mug which I can wrap my hand around: the tea stays warm in it and it is CHINA.  How lucky can one get?  Then there is the little extra.  When I get to the bottom of a wonderful mug of tea there at the bottom of the mug is the question “Another cup?”  Now that is what I call a thoughtful present.

Do you find there are people who have this uncanny knack of choosing just the correct present?  They seem to know what would stir the heart.  They have this uncanny knack of picking up something which you didn’t even know you would like.

Now I could spend months thinking about the gift, but I don’t really think I get it right or if I do it really is a fluke.  I do however like the process of trying to figure out a good present for someone.  I have concluded, that having put the time and thought into the gift, irrespective of how it is received, is more important to me.  This way it is not a chore but a delight.

So are you the perfect present chooser?

What is Time Telling You?

 

I certainly am one of those people who over thinks situations.  Does it help?  Like heck it does.  It just sends my mind into a whirlpool of uncertainty.  I thought this was an aspect of my personality I had under control but just like the weeds in the garden I had forgotten to keep a wary eye out for falling back into an old thinking habit.

I suppose it is like everything else in life there is a constant need to keep practising good routines.  Although it is said after 12 weeks of making a new habit it will start to become part of one’s life, when I am changing a habit which has been part of me for sixty years then getting reminders is not just a help but a necessity.

This afternoon an email popped up from a blog I follow and the following is what greeted me.

 

How do you know when it’s time?

Time to go Or time to stop

 

How do you know when it’s time?

Time to fight Or time to give in

 

How do you know when it’s time? Time to listen Or time to speak

How do you know? How?

Only time will tell 

 

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What a brilliant poem.  Time is telling me to stop the second guessing. What is time telling you?

Goals or Dreams

This is my last post with the theme “goals”.  Perhaps the use of the word “dreams” rather than goals maybe more appealing  to some.  However, for me dreams are intangible.  They cannot be touched and so cannot come to fruition.

But when I began to think about the goals I have set for myself I realised that they started when I noted down, without any rules , those funny, impossible, madcapped, and personal dreams in my trusty journal.  They were outlandish, they were trite perhaps to others, they seemed impossible or some were just wishful thinking.  BUT they were my dreams or aspirations.

 

“Keep your heart open to dreams.  For as long as there’s a dream there is hope, and as long as there is hope there is joy in living”.  Author unknown

 

The dreams were personal but once they were there in front of me having been given colour they began to become achievable.  Well, perhaps not all of them.  Yes, I still have those dreams that I will never see come to fruition but hey that’s fine with me.  I still enjoy the dreams.

I will give you an example.  One of my dreams which has become a constant in my journaling is to dance.  Now let me explain, I may have the rhythm in my head, but it never actually reaches my toes.  It is official that I have two left feet.

This doesn’t stop me loving and admiring the beauty and strength of ballet; the rhythm, costumes and history of national dances: imagining myself dancing on Strictly come Dancing or Dancing with the Stars; watching young people performing modern dance with such innovative moves; trying to do the moves from Hairspray on the Wii; or imagining me attending a 1940s themed dance and dancing the jive, the jitterbug  or the swing.

(I am sitting here typing amid tears of laughter as  my dream of dancing the swing ends in me standing on my partners toes, missing the swing totally and bringing everyone around me crashing to the floor.)

I have enjoyed the process of trying to turn those dreams into attainable goals.  Researching how I can do something and through that research perhaps realising that the goal is not something I need or want.  Sometimes the research has led me down a totally different path which has proven to be far more enjoyable and enlightening.

One thing I have learnt is that I agree with the quote from C.S Lewis “You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream.”

These dreams or goals do not have to come to fruition; sometimes just starting the journey is enough.