Embracing Change

Hope you are enjoying our bumper edition of My Weekly. I’ve done what we all do which is to flick through and get an overall impression, knowing I’m going to return and soak in properly everything our paper treasure box has to offer. The Glamping article I’m excited about my idea of bliss. As a child I’d make woodland homes under trees, encampments in tents (well a Wigwam) kitchens under tables and even a den in the eaves of the bungalow where we lived. With a bit of luck, I’ll get round to the crossword, a challenge being dyslexic but not insurmountable, it just takes longer. 

I want to talk to you this week about doing the jobs we don’t want to do and have been putting off. We all do it especially in the summer we skirt around them saying to ourselves things like, I’ll do that tomorrow, my head isn’t in the right space, I’m too busy to deal with it now, but they are all little fibs. Whatever these tasks are I know you think about them every day they pop into your mind and probably stay there until you’ve spent your precious time pushing them out again. So, to stop this why not bite the bullet and just do them surly that would fix the problem of procrastination? Done dusted never to return. The task can be anything from visiting a solicitor to sort your Will out, to clearing the garage, to sorting through photos ether physical ones or digital ones. Many of mine are in a cloud and if I don’t set aside time soon to delete, I’m sure it’s going to burst and there’ll be an almighty rain storm! There are many understandable reasons we don’t tack these jobs some frighten us, some upset us, my sister Wendy and I, as I write, are at our parents’ home. Mum died last April so Dad (90) is doing the sensible thing for him downsizing and moving to be nearer us. But the clearing out is monumental and I wonder if we hadn’t sold the bungalow and the vans were arriving would we still be coming up with reasons not to tackle the photographs? I can be ruthless but finding it hard because everything is a memory from the books we read as children to yes, the aforementioned Mum was prolific, in 1979 she became the proud owner of the new ‘Canon Sureshot’ which remained in her handbag ever since. We’ve finally agreed to drastically edit the physical put others in a cloud (not my cloud)

I couldn’t be prouder of Dad though at his grand age we don’t like change, but he’s relishing it and, in his words, ‘going to make a new life for himself’. He’ll be away from the painful reminders of being without Mum, swoping ‘stuff’ and bricks for peace of mind, fun and the security of being with his daughters who will be round the corner and not three and a half hours away. Maybe he is a lesson to us all that by lightening the load we can free ourselves to embrace change, become more optimistic, create flow in our life, not sit in a stagnant pond. Dad couldn’t remember the last time he went swimming or rode a bike, so they’re on our list as this week’s crossword is on mine.