Do you ever have to wait for anything? I mean, really wait [not just sit.here.reading.the.paper.while.they.make.my.avocado.on.toast wait].
When I was little, my dad used to take me and my sister to the park every Saturday afternoon. [In retrospect, my mum was probably going bananas and needed a break]. We loved it. The only thing was, we always had to wait until after lunch. And then, we had to wait until after coffee.
Now, this was not just a slug.it.down.coffee. My dad liked to kick back in his favourite chair, with a big mug of instant [nescafe, black, no sugar. mmmm yum!blegh!] and a Monte Carlo biscuit, while he read The Economist. My friends! This was The World’s Longest Coffee and the wait used to kill us, every week.
I was thinking this morning, about how I am super spoilt and never really have to wait for much. Which means that I am not very good at it.
Right now I am waiting for this baby to arrive. [yep, still]. And I am big and uncomfortable and grumpy and ridiculously impatient. I’m trying to stay in the moment, enjoying the now. But to be honest, it’s not working so well.
I’m back to being that little kid, watching that coffee s-l-o-w-l-y disappear – slurp by slurp.
So, I was on the train. It was after.work.time and all around me were plugged.in.folk looking grumpy. I was coming home from the hairdresser, a little bit tired but just happy leaning into the window, zoning out and watching the world go by.
Then I heard a little voice behind me say: Alex?
Now, my friends – I have to be honest. A small part of me groaned internally. Really? [my brain sighed] Now? Right now when all I want to do is sit here, all cocooned in my ball of tucked.inside.myself.ness and then get home and eat some toast.
But I turned around [of course] and it was a lovely lady I know. We had a real gasbag and when she left a few stops later I felt terrific. Later that night when I was thinking back on my day, I realised that chatting to her had been a real highlight.
I tend towards introversion and it’s so good for me to remember how much connecting with others boosts my wellbeing.
It’s A Hundred Years since I had contact with the Outside World. That includes the outside online world.
I have been sick, my friends. Vomit sick. Yuk! So yuk. I have decided that being Vomit Sick while you’re A Thousand Years Pregnant, with a teething toddler, should be illegal. Seriously: illegal.
Now, I know that what counts as hard for me doesn’t even register a blip on the tough.radar of so many folk out there but I also know that whatever you’re going through, if it feels tough it’s tough, regardless of others’ experiences.
So anyway. I’m back in the Land of The Living and [lordly!] does it feel good! Almost easy.breezy [as easy.breezy as you possibly can be when you feel like a beached whale].
Being sick is rotten but I figure it’s sort of like altitude training, just without the exercise.
I am super blind! Kind of: if.the.plane.crashed.i’d.be.one.of.the.first.ones.eaten blind.
I wear contacts all the time, partly because I don’t like wearing glasses that much but mostly because I don’t like the glasses I have. I know that wearing contacts all the time is bad for your eyes so every time I think about the fact that I do, I feel a pang of guilt and then berate myself and wish I had glasses I like. But then I never do anything about it. So the whole thing continues. D-U-M-B!
I reckon these types of toleration can really have a negative impact. It might be just a small thing but if you think about it often enough and if it is compounded by other small tolerations, then your energy for stuff that really does matter ends up being compromised. [Now I have to say my friends, I have no research to support this, it just feels like that's what happens with me].
So a few weeks ago, I finally got my act together and decided to do something about it. I went to a super cool shop right near my office and picked me out a pair of super cool frames. The lady who owned the shop was terrific and helped me and remembered my name and everything [I love great customer service!] and I felt great about the whole experience. And even better, I picked up my new glasses a few days ago and even though I haven’t worn them out of the house, I feel a huge relief, knowing that I can remove a big something from that list.of.things.i.never.get.around.to.doing.and.feel.terrible.about.