It’s been such a long, long time since I wrote on this site. Recently, I’ve started feeling like I’m losing myself. I was out on a run, and the thought suddenly occurred to me, “I am 42 years old. I am halfway through my life. I don’t get a rerun!!”.
I was struck by a sudden sense of panic by the thought. Shit! What am I doing? Why am I letting the days just pass by, stuck in this survival mode of laundry, cleaning, school runs, packed lunches, grocery shopping, piano lessons, volunteering, and the endless, endless guilt at letting friendships slide, missing social events and forgetting to reply to the ever growing list of emails.
Where did I go? What happened to me?
So. Here we are. Writing gives me pleasure – I enjoy it, I think I’m OK at it, and it’s a tiny little piece of the old, less haggard, less run ragged, me.
Henry said something yesterday, which prompted me to claim back this small part of myself. Here’s how it went:
Traffic lights are just there to keep you safe, Mummy. So we shouldn’t get mad at them for being red. Police officers are just there to keep us safe, we shouldn’t be scared of them. Everything and everyone are just there to keep us safe. So really, the world is just very, very nice. Everything is….nice!
From the mouths of babes, huh?
He’s right. In this world of Trump, Brexit, Sri Lanka bombings and the hateful agendas of the small few, it’s often hard to see the woods for the trees. Sometimes, I think, it’s important to step back and put ourselves back in the mind of a 6 year old.
Sometimes, often, maybe much more than Fox News would have us believe, the world is just….nice.
So, I’m rebooting the 100 Days of Happy. I encourage you to think about doing the same.
Day One. I’m happy that I have my sweet Henry here, with his wise words that remind me take my nose out of the daily drudgery and look around me at this nice, nice world.