I learnt a lesson this past year. Don’t wait for the “Right Occasion” to wear your best shoes, outfit, jewels, etc. or live your best life. Make everyday special in as many ways possible.
Precisely when you feel the dullness of life is about to obliterate you, is when it’s necessary to guard against losing your passion or taste for the new. I’ve always ridden the vagaries of life with confidence and optimism. I was shocked when I looked back and saw how close I’d come to disappearing. It had never happened before, so I hadn’t considered the effort in reappearing.
This is my final post for In My Shoes, and I believe the most important words I have to say.
It started with joggers. My old joggers even worn only sporadically were no longer fit for use. I was measured for & purchased a beautiful new pair of expensive joggers but they gave me blisters, foot cramps and my first instinct was to stash them in the back of the cupboard & ignore the fact mentally & physically I benefit from a daily dose of exercise. I was able to keep up my ostrich-like attitude for a while as life kept me busy but a move to a new neighbourhood adjacent to a fabulous park and eventually the thought of wasting cash niggled at me and forced me to improvise & try wearing the new joggers with 2 pairs of socks. Success.
It occurred to me this was an analogy of how my life had been also for the duration of my ownership of the joggers. I’d stashed myself away because my life didn’t fit the way I thought it should. It wasn’t comfortable but I wasn’t prepared to work at something new. I’d emerged from the cocoon of a long term work project which ended with a distinct lack of fanfare and was propelled into a post GFC workplace. Simultaneously, extreme tiredness was diagnosed as glandular fever and left me physically & mentally befuddled. The neighbourhood move was forced & reluctant and… my long term goals weren’t approaching as quickly as I thought they should.
Just as I got to the point of hanging by the fingernails to the edges of my sanity, my survival instinct coughed & spluttered and I adopted as my mantra the Julian Cameron quote “Wherever you are is always the right place. There is never a need to fix anything, to hitch up the bootstraps of the soul and start at some higher place. Start right where you are.”
Courtesy of a hiatus in workflow I gave myself a D.I.Y. course in WordPress blogging, which by luck led me to the Women in Focus Global Blogger Search and necessitated the challenge of acquiring further skills in social media beyond Facebook. I created a Twitter account, resurrected & used my LinkedIn profile. My writing skills improved. I was having fun… omigod.
With enthusiasm born of nowhere-to-go, I moved cautiously but resignedly into a new workplace role, and looked hard to find things I liked about the new neighbourhood. Serving two purposes, one to realign myself and two, my idea in blogging was to write about the world around me. I couldn’t write about it if I couldn’t see it for the dull, dense fog of disillusionment I’d cloaked myself in.
Blogging ignited a passion which gave off enough spark to enable me to re-engage with my workplace & colleagues and life in general. It was forced. It was an effort… in the beginning. Now I can’t believe I spent so long in the pit of doldrums-ville.
So, Women in Focus [& WordPress] thanks for the ride. It’s been enlivening. Truly.
Shortly after I began WordPress blogging I came across Commonwealth Bank’s Women in Focus Global Blogger Search Competition – In My Shoes. It was a great opportunity to practise blogging and continue my D.I.Y. social media education. For me the prize was the process, although it would have been a hoot to travel to New York or Mt Kilimanjaro with Mrs S.
Fortunately several elladee post ideas leant themselves to the theme. Now the competition has ended I’m posting them as intended, with a few edits thanks to wisdom of Robin Coyle.
This is post 4 of 4 of my blog “one foot in front of the other”.