It’s not about whether you keep a tidy or untidy closet but my question to you is: How many people do you know who own 2 pairs of shirts, 2 pairs of trousers, 2 dresses and 2 pairs of shoes? I remember the days as a child we would get 2 new outfits a year? One would be worn on Christmas Day and the other on New Year’s Day. Then those 2 outfits would represent our Sunday best for the rest of the year. The beauty of that system was we never had untidy closets. We knew what we had. We were proud of what we had because they were well chosen treasures. We didn’t lust for more.
Nowadays the human species don’t know what they have and constantly feel they don’t have therefore they must get. Our marketeers have done a wonderful job of selling us more and more stuff that fill already depressed places in our homes. Stuff that never fulfils their place, their purpose. Instead their place is to sit buried, hidden, unused.
If you are victim to such a life style, uplift your soul by keeping only the treasures that give you joy. Give away the “stuff”.
We have this million dollar industry that has been running for decades. But what is school for? In order to keep the industries ticking over like factories, we need factory workers to bide their time for roughly 16-18 years in brick institutions that are built like prisons and feel like prisons and at times treat you like a prisoner with no rights – sit there, write this, read that, don’t run, put your hand up etc… Then when they are ready they call upon you via a job interview, and like a factory worker you turn the same cog until you are no longer required or you break down – which ever comes first.
This is a nugget of wisdom from Seth Godin: “This isn’t about waiting for the right answer, because there is no right answer. There are challenges we can sign up for and emotions we can experience.”
There are kinds of engagements we can seek out and kinds we don’t want to. If you’re the type of person who likes to be busy and likes action, then go get it. If you’re the type of person who likes a small intimate crowd to have a lasting meaningful engagement then go out and find any number of combinations that fit that bill. But…. if you’re waiting for the perfect moment on the carousel to come round, then you’ve missed 3,4,5, cycles whilst you were waiting. All the horses were just as good as each other. It’s the same carousel. Just get on the damn horse.
Red usually signifies Christmas for me. It’s a colour I find bright, uplifting and festive. This 2017 Christmas was special (as were all preceding Christmases) because of the effort the family made to be with each other.
This year our eldest daughter, Kimberley went all and beyond to make the family get together happen by renting a massive house that sleeps eight people. Not only did she organise and bear the financial burden but she bought bits and bobs that added to the festive mood like tea light candles, gold stars strewn over the table and lots of snacky bits to pick on. Bernie, my younger sister, is queen of food organisation. She would be highly recommended to the task of UN food aid distribution if anyone is asking… She squirrelled away festive food for two months prior to the event held on the 24th and 25th December. There was food of every category, description and colour. By planning it this way she was able to make the process pleasant and relaxed and affordable. The two women planned every last detail just so that the rest of us travellers would revel in the delights.
There’s always a back story and here it is. This Christmas Noel, my brother in law (who was married to my late sister, Sophie) and his two girls Ione (16) and Erin (12) were spending this event for the first time in England. Therefore we were all keen to have them share the company. They travelled down from Nottingham to Wraysbury where the rented accommodation was built (many years ago…… ) for the purpose of the Pullen gathering. Their drive took almost 3 hours and the traffic and the weather was kind to them.
My own journey with my “baby” daughter Amy (20) started at 8am on the 24th from Alicante airport in Spain. The sun was shining and although the early morning was chilly, it soon warmed up and many of us were stripping down to our shirts. With hands laden with jackets, scarves and woolly hats we boarded our EasyJet flight which took less than 3 hours and landed safely at Luton airport. I love being organised on a flight with food, drink, reading material, e-games etc.. A seasoned traveller. Bernie was already in the carpark for us. Poor dear!!! She had no intention of parking and paying a whack of money for the privilege, so decided to time our arrival where she would enter the pick up zone once we had landed and got our luggage. Little did she know that entering the pick up zone allows you 15 minutes waiting time. And for that privilege one must pay a fee of 3 pounds. She then proceeded not to stop at the pick up zone as she didn’t want to pay only to discover that having read the sign left her no alternative but to pay in order to get through the barriers. She then had to come back to the pick up zone as she still had 2 passengers to pick up. 6 pounds later….. we were seated in her car and off to start the gathering.
…….. 6 months have passed since the time of writing about Christmas and I find that I have no idea what lesson I was going to give. I do know that I thoroughly enjoyed reliving the first 3 paragraphs. Cheers to Christmas family gatherings.