Little Things

There are few things in life that make me happier than a bacon sandwich on still warm granary bread, with just the hint of tomato ketchup to bring the whole experience alive. It’s the weekend and I’ve been up since 6am, because the eldest returned from a week away skiing and I’d not realised just how much I missed him being away. I’m now the only one awake in the house and although I may hanker for an extra hour’s sleep, the amount of work I’ve been able to complete since the early start makes me realise that sometimes I ought to do this as a default and not simply through necessity.

It’s been an interesting 24 hours, all told, and when someone randomly informs you that you’re an inspiration to them, it’s always the right moment to stop and take a step backwards. I think a lot of people forget the fact that how they see themselves is often vastly different to the view the rest of the world has, and constantly re-assessing where you stand is never a bad idea. If anything, this gives you a chance to stop and think about WHY things are happening, not simply allowing stuff to happen without some kind of say as to how. Yesterday, for instance, was a lot about trust and understanding. It was also small steps, gradual progress, rather than getting everything done all at once. Mostly however yesterday was asking for what I wanted, and not being surprised when it happened, but enjoying the consequences.

It’s amazing what’s possible when you just relax and let the world just get on with it.

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I also sense change in the air, which is okay, because Spring is coming, and that means clearing out old and letting in the new. I’m good with change now, it’s becoming increasingly easy to let the World evolve around me. Of course, I get to do that too, but my pace of progress isn’t nearly as dynamic as everybody else’s.

Time to get on with the day.