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Wednesday’s Blog is our Mindful Blog, right? Got time for a quick story?
Once upon a time there was a woman who worked and worked and worked. And the more she worked, the more work she generated.
She loved what she did, so mostly it didn’t even feel like work at all. Which is probably why she worked and worked and worked.
But ever so occasionally, she would get (the arse with it all) tired of work, work, work. It mostly happened when other people didn’t share her enthusiasm or passion, and whilst she knew it was a tall order, to expect others to work as she did, to be invested as she was, nonethless every so often (it would get on her pip) she would feel quite lonely. And when she did, resentment and anger would flare up quite out of nowhere, and it was very uncomfortable – not only for her, but for people around her. And it was best she stayed out of the way until the storm passed.
But she was very lucky, because her work was actually her remedy.
All she had to do was focus on making something simple with her hands,
like stamping a cool image on a colourful card
and colouring it in, and concentrate on adding highlights
and white flashes,
and within minutes, the washing machine head would stop spinning,
and the only thing on her mind was which colours to use and what next.
And by the time she had added the bird and the word,
and put her own thoughts to it,
The anger had subsided and it was time to have a cuppa.
So she walked away from her messy workplace for the day, but with a much clearer head.
Love & Hugs,