Nice to see you!

Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.

Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.

Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**

Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!

So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!

Welcome to my dilemna!!

Monday, December 9, 2019

Triggers Galore!

I couldn’t sleep last night.

I simply wasn’t tired!

My essential oil blend of ‘sweet sleep’ didn’t help. That’s only the second time in 2 years that my oils were ineffective.

My sleeping meditations didn’t work - also the second time in a year.

I felt very awake and energised and couldn’t wind down until 2am.

I was enjoying a very sound sleep and even though Adoring Husband swears he turned off his alarm last night, it went off loud and long and clear at 4.45am waking me with a jolt and it took him so long to turn it off, the adrenalin, anger and resentment welled and I began my day in a very negative state of mind.

I certainly let him know how I was feeling before I left for work hoping to make him feel as guilty as possible.

I didn’t want my entire day to reflect how it started so while I was pedalling and working, I remembered that I have control over my own thoughts and I cleared my anger and changed my thought processes. I let the bad stuff go, released my anger and focussed on how great my day was going to be from that moment forward.

After I got our coffee, I returned home, changed into my swimmers/togs/bathers and fell into the pool. I swam some laps, did some stretches, and while I floated I imagined my happy place. Surprisingly, my imagined happy place is not as great as our pool area!

I gave myself plenty of time to get ready for the retreat with The Gypsy, washing my hair, selecting my clothes, applying my make up, choosing my ‘intuitive’ jewellery, preparing the container of fruit, remembering TG’s light bulbs for her salt lamp and my thankyou card with a long letter of gratitude for her to close the year.

The Motivator was to pick me up at 8.55am. This would get us to our destination with ten minutes to spare, as requested in our acceptance email.

But she didn’t.

This triggered some stuff in me.

I am in control of my own thoughts ... clear that s&$t and let it go! Ugh 😩

We arrived with no time to spare and the retreat began immediately.

It was an amazing morning full of meditations, drumming, crystal singing bowls, qigong, sharing and offerings of gratitude.

Everyone has a story and there were 15 stories in that room all with varying degrees of emotional trauma and all from people practicing amazing coping methods successfully.

Sitting in that room with those 15 people, I would never have imagined the dramas that they were currently being challenged by.

The morning passed so quickly and it was over before we knew it.  We had all brought a plate of food which we spread over a large table and we all got know each other a little better over fresh vegetarian platters.

I couldn’t believe how hot it was when we left at 2pm. TM and I picked up AH’s and my afternoon coffees before she dropped me home.

Adoring Husband had spent a couple of hours in the pool while I was gone, but I wasn’t in the mood for swimming and plonked myself on my lounge chair until it was time to reset the outdoor Christmas decorations, which I had put off from the night before.

I prepared duck breast and salad for AH’s dinner followed by home made GF chocolate brownies with coconut ice cream.

I watched an art show on the Smooth/Art channel which was a portrait competition in the UK. Talented artists from four different areas competed to be selected in the final four to go to Paris and receive tutoring/mentoring from some highly esteemed artist (to be named next week). Very interesting show and the different methods used by the 18 artists competing was so varied.

My favourite won tonight. I would like to be tutored by him!

Anyway, I plan to catch up on some much needed sleep so I’m signing off here.

Looking forward to coffee with the girls in the morning.

Nite all.

No comments: