Hello folks! Alas it has been rather a while since I last posted. One thing led to another and before I knew it, December was upon me. My new year resolution is to make more time for my writing and ramblings as it really is something I enjoy without end. In the meantime, I begin December with these thoughts….
Here is my advice. Listen if you wish.
Take walks everyday
Smile and say hello to people you meet
Notice the little things
Have a coffee out
Even a bun
See you friends
Remove yourself from toxic relationships
Tell the people you like that you like them
Tell the people you love that you love them
Go somewhere you haven’t been since a kid
And be a kid there
Eat chocolate or whatever your vice
Laugh until water runs from you eyes
Or down your legs
Keep positive
This too shall pass
Don’t shun help;embrace it
Watch a DVD box set back to back
In you pjs
And feel no guilt
Give where you can
Even if it’s a little
It may be a lot to someone
Pick up your dog’s poop
Throw you litter in the bin
Join a group or club
Be brave and try it
Someone was always the first
Forgive where you can
Where you can’t, don’t let it tarnish your life
Dress how you like
Don’t be a clone
Get a pet and cherish it
Spend time with your kids
No job is worth missing out on their life
Be a kid with your kid
Be the grown up too
Tell silly jokes
Make a funny face
Speak up for those who need a voice
Stand up to those whose voice is full of hatred
Have check ups, keep healthy, love life, make love
This is it;no coming back
Anyone who knows me is well aware of my past dating disasters. It has been suggested to me that I have a forehead magnet that attracts all manner of strangeness and oddity to my door. If it needs rescuing/saving/a home or general life support, then I’m your mug, sorry, I mean woman.
Now, don’t get me wrong; there have been a few successes along the way. Somewhere in the late 1980s early 90s, but that quite possibly was a dream.
There was the guy who was convinced he turned into a wolf and prowled the fields surrounding Donaghadee at night, though alas, not in an attractive, teen novel manner.
The one who took me for dinner on the first date and produced a ring in the car on the way home. (On hindsight, I should have taken the ring and scarpered!)
The one who wouldn’t wash; the one who said Jesus talked to him, the one who believed in banning alcohol; the one who couldn’t get enough alcohol; the one who wanted some ‘group fun’; the one whose wife didn’t understand him….. and on it goes.
They say love is blind and plenty of friends have suggested I take a trip to the opticians from their appraisal of my conquests. So Specsavers, basically it is your fault.
Now that I am MANY years older I can see that I often thought that I could be their own little saviour. I could crucify their problems and addictions on the Friday and resurrect them on the Sunday to a better way of life. Rolling the stone away from the tomb and revealing their true potential. I thought if I loved them just enough, just the right way, well, then of course it would all work out like a Hollywood movie and happy every after would ensue. Took me a while to figure that it doesn’t quite work that way! Most people with addictions of their choosing don’t want to be saved or have the goodness in them identified by some mad woman who sees beyond the surface.
I think that I courted my own disasters though. Growing up, I was the kid who buried the small animals that our cats dragged in from the garden. Providing luxury final resting places for them in used Ferrero Rocher boxes or match boxes if most of the body parts had already been digested by Tiddles. This was around the same time that I wanted to become a Nun after watching Audrey Hepburn in The Nun’s Story. Maybe I should have stuck with the Nun route.
So, from saving or laying to rest mangled pet kill to saving and trying to lay to rest the ghosts of mangled relationships. There wasn’t much of a diversion for me over the years. Finally, I realised that the person who needed saving was in fact myself. Saving from trying to be the glue in relationships that I should never have been in. Saving from accepting the blame for events that were not of my doing and saving for the possibility that in the future, I might just meet someone who got me for who I am.
Plus, I imagine it is rather difficult to fit a guy into a Ferrero Rocher box.
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