Yeah, that’s obvious. There’s a LOT going on right now. Home. Work. Life. The World.
Oh, yeah, all of that shit. I’m sure you all have the same to a greater or lesser extent.
In the fog of just trying to keep one’s head above water in the chaos, something or the other will sometimes trigger a meloncholy moment, a memory, often of someone gone or at least no longer in contact, and I’ll get into that “what if?” mindset. Occasionally there are regrets, but always of the sort where I regret NOT doing something, not regrets over something I did.
At the same time, if you look at the pictures and quick snippets here, you know that I encourage and value the tiny pleasures, the small moments, the subtle beauties all around us. The birds, lizards, flowers, clouds…
So meld those thoughts just a bit and I was wandering off on a whistful train of thoughts. To wit – if I could speak to my younger self in those moments when I had to decide whether or not to step out of my comfort zone, to take a risk, to “go for it,” what would I say? And more critically, when I make a moment to breathe now, pushing away the chaos and pressure for a few precious moments, instead of wishing things were different and just being frustrated with it all, what might my future self be wanting to tell me if he could reach back and talk to me now?
Can that message be heard if I listen closely enough? I wish I knew. Maybe it’s just not that easy.
I hope some of this makes sense, but I doubt it. It’s really late, I was up really, really late last night, and the rest of the week looks to be “exciting.”
Keep breathing, keep helping each other, keep on accepting help when it’s offered. We’ll make it through together.
For probably the dozenth time or more in the 9+ years of this blog…
Yes. I’ve never regretted doing something, only not doing something. And sometimes, looking back on decisions you made that didn’t work out how you wanted them has unexpected side effects.
For example, if I’d not taken that job in Norfolk (I left after eight months, three of which were notice to be worked) I would never have had Fred and George. And if I hadn’t had Fred and George, there would be no Princelings series, and no Jemima Pett!
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It’s a good thing that we have Fred and George and the Princelings and Jemima, so let’s celebrate unexpected consequences!
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