While unable to blog, I had loads of ideas. Now I can blog, I am staring into space wondering what they were. I wouldn’t mind but I carry a notebook around with me wherever I go. When a half sentence wafts into my head, I should write it down there and then. Call me a PA? My life is one oxymoron. I am so organised in some areas, yet so chaotic in others. I am so disciplined, yet so lazy. I am proud, yet prejudiced. I know that it is a learning curve, some days will be better than others, I have a-ha! moments where I see so clearly, but then get paralysed with the fear of letting go and letting life carry me. Must try harder.
It’s raining in Melbourne today, which means crazy drivers, more yummy mummies driving their children door to door to school, people without lights on, horns blaring as people get carved up and people arriving at work frazzled, frustrated and probably carrying that mood throughout the day.
Getting ready this morning, I knew I was going to get stuck in traffic, so I just accepted it. I got ready at far less than the warp speed I do normally, got my lunch out the fridge and listened to Take That all the way to work, singing along, not worrying about how silly I looked to other drivers. I am feeling calm, placid and as the majority of the people are out the office today, know I will get a lot done with minimum interruptions. I am also looking forward to my first rostered day off on Monday, so I have a long weekend to boot! I am going to update my vision board, cull the magazines that have been stored over the past month or so, and drive out to the country for a walk. Because I can. I will also have a bath, read a bit and use it as a day off. I accrue them through the month, so I get 12 extra days holiday a year. I’ve decided that every single one of them will be MY days. I am not going to use them on anything other than me.
This gives me a four-day week next week, ready for a week off in Port Douglas. Our reef trip is booked, I wish I could tell you how excited I am to be seeing it, up close and personal. We’re going to be swimming with turtles in the Low Isles. I’ll look out for Nemo for you all. I’ll leave you with this, which is what I am going to endeavour to do daily:
Leave Life alone. Let it be. Eckhart Tolle