I've been having fun this morning working out how to post a blog whilst away from home. I discovered the place I'm staying at is a 'Hotspot' for Wi-Fi so with a bit of fun and games working out the best deal I've managed to get on line for a short time. I've been having a great couple of weeks away from the usual routine so have lots to share but for now here is my latest offering.
Isn’t it funny how you can set such strong resolves to do something, whether a one off or an ongoing action you’ve been trying to master for what seems like all your life but somehow never quite get there? I was looking at the history of my blog posts last week and earlier this year I had resolved to post at least 2 blogs a month. (Not New Year resolutions I admit as I gave up on those many moons ago as I was so fed up of not making even until the end of January before coming unstuck!)
When in April I managed four I decided ‘right, two per month is not good enough, I need to be writing at least once a week’. Then, hey presto, before I knew it May had come and gone and guess what – I was back to two!
But you know what. It doesn’t matter. OK, so I didn’t achieve the elusive 4 blog posts in May, but maybe this month I will. Who knows, I may even manage more! That’s what I love about life and the human spirit. We never have to settle for how things are. We all have the power to make choices albeit sometimes limited. But they are our choices nevertheless. We can choose to stop saying ‘It’s always been like this, it always will be like this and there’s nothing I can do about it’ or we can be resolved to change it – whatever it is. But in order to change the big, important, worrying, energy sapping situations in our lives we often have to start with small, manageable changes.
One of the things I constantly am trying to improve is my timekeeping. I was talking to my daughter the other evening as we are having a day out together soon at the Good Food show in Birmingham. I’m really looking forward to it and I know we’re going to have a great day together. As we were talking she suggested it might be an idea if I stayed at her (and my son-in-laws) home the night before. Now that sounds like a good idea doesn’t it? We’ll have an early start so I’ll be there making it easier. But we both knew the main reason was because of my appalling track record when it comes to getting anywhere on time. As she said ’Mother, you’re always late for everything – I’ve never known anyone as bad as you for timekeeping’. Well, I was a bit affronted by that - for a few seconds anyway, until I had to concede she was pretty spot on with her comment. In fairness I’m not always late for everything – I’m quite professional when it comes to meetings, appointments etc. But I am known for not setting out on journey’s when I say I’m leaving and not arriving on time, o even on the right day! So her suggestion to stay at her house the night before was born out of years of frustration at having a Mum she constantly has to ring saying ‘Where are you??’ But she knows it’s never intentional and I always start off with good intentions. Maybe one day I’ll surprise everyone and start turning up on time, it the right place, and on the right day!
I think I’m a nomad at heart who would be much better suited to being an explorer, or adventurer. I hate clock watching, I hate routine, I love heading off in the car and just seeing where I end up and I love solitude as much as being with people. Unfortunately it means I get easily distracted and may get up in the morning with certain intentions but by the end of the day I’ve done things completely differently or am even somewhere completely different to where I originally said I would be.
Which can give my darling daughter cause for concern because she’s never too sure where I’ll end up when let loose from the constraints of Monday to Friday daily routine.........
I’m currently in the second week of a 2 week break from work. I spent a lovely few days with friends last week (more about that in another post) but am currently residing in a lovely flat overlooking Portsmouth harbour thanks to the generosity of some others friends. I adore water in any form but I particularly love the sea. I’ve been sitting on the balcony drinking my tea in the morning overlooking an abundance of yachts lazily shifting as the tide comes and goes, soaking up the warmth of the sun and listening to the seagulls calling to each other as they swoop above me. The clouds put on a ballet the other morning which was breathtaking in it’s beauty and complexity as those higher in the atmosphere held the stage while those smaller and lower down raced across the sharp blue sky so every blink of the eye revealed a new formation.
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| Windy and Wild! |
Then I packed pen, paper and my laptop and pointed the car west, hugging the coast road as much as I could to find my self driving parallel to this wide, windy pebble beached coast line in bright sunshine. My heart felt as if it was soaring up with the seagulls and dancing amongst the clouds.
I know this freedom is only for a few days and this time next week I will be back at my desk, apologising to my boss because I’ve forgotten to print something or book a meeting. But for this moment, this day, this time I can be free, a nomad, a swashbuckling adventurer letting the road and my imagination take me on a journey of discovery.........................wonderful.
After a lot of laughing and checking everyone was OK my daughter asked me when I was planning on coming home. I said maybe Friday, or Saturday, I might even stay until Sunday – just depends on how I feel. I’m due back at work Monday so I assured her I was planning on being back before then.
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| Now - which one is the biggest......... and how do I get an invite on board.?? |
Unless of course I happen to meet a similar minded swashbuckling adventurer who happens to own one of the delightful yachts moored outside my window. Then who knows....................I could find myself sailing off in an entirely different direction all together eh???...............
Many blessings to all
with love as always
Jules x
