If you are stuck, don’t stick at it

I recently learnt some major lessons. I moved and was in a place which I knew just didn’t feel right. It was okay, it just wasn’t the right environment. And I had been offered a place before.

Initially I thought it was important to stick with it. So I did and nothing changed. I lay in bed feeling not particularly happy and knew I wa stuck.

Eventually through a set of circumstances, I ended up in the place I was originally offered and have stayed there ever since. I am now in the right environment and am like a plant in the right soilk-thriving again.

This simple story has shown me two things

  1. There is a need to be in the right place
  2. Perseverance is sometimes not the right choice. Sometimes it i s simply that wer are on the wromg path.
  3. Change is a choice as is being stuck
  4. Humans like plants need to be in the right soil to grow and thrive

If you are4 in the wrong environment then maybe it is time to move. Life involves a series of choices and I wish you happiness as you pursue the best path for your life X

Hope into home

‘There’s no place like home’ is a saying from a beautiful old film, ‘The Wizard of Oz’. For those of you who have seen it is one of my favourites and for those of you who haven’t, it is well worth a watchy. I accidentally did a typo but I think the word ‘watchy’ has a nice ring to it.

Anyway we are hunkering down in our house now, cutting down on social activities and basically trying to be as well prepared as possible and also wise in the way we live. Home is a safe place and being at home means we can hopefully not catch the virus or spread it to others.

So how will I deal with being at home? My wonderful young nephew who lives in Italy told me that he is making a ‘necessary sacrifice for the community’ by being at home. I intend to do my bit for the community, in terms of avoiding unnecessary social gatherings, washing my hands far more than usual and also checking with my elderly parents whether they would mind if I did certain things, because my diary may impact on them. And looking out for people in the community who may need help.

Today I didn’t attend an event as it wasn’t essential and I am trying to avoid places where infection could happen. So I did some washing and tidied my room, sorting out some make up items. Perhaps this may sound trivial, perhaps this may sound very dull, however I am slowly realising that life as we know it may change for sometime and so I am going to try, to the best of my ability, to make life exciting by doing some jobs that I would normally ignore, to make life at home more interesting and also to gain a sense of achievement.

Today I saw a wonderful video of Italians singing. They were celebrating la dolce vita. Singing from their balconies and one sang a beautiful aria. And that is what being at home can become.

As humans we are a species who can adapt. We can adapt to living in a microcosm rather than a macrocosm for the time being. And we can start to do things in a new way. We can sit and read those books, phone those friends and check in with people we may not have seen/spoken to in a while. I had a wonderful conversation with my nephew who seemed so mature and accepting about the Italian lockdown and making necessary sacrifices, it was truly inspirational.

So today’s recipe for hope is to enjoy the microcosm. Tackle those long delayed jobs, empty thew ironing basket, read the book, write the blog. And if you are self-isolating, skype others or ring or text people to have a chat or ask for help.