Thanks for popping in. I do hope you are bearing up okay ? Things are certainly being sent to challenge us, aren’t they. Trying to figure out the best way to get to work is the first thing on the list today. I was fortunate enough to fill up with diesel before it all kicked off at the pump, but the roads around the filling stations are rammed and blocked, with angry, frustrated drivers, so I shall opt for the scenic route across the forest. Which is a joke really. Twice as far, twice as much petrol. But at least I’m not contributing to the chaos in town by adding my car to it. Well, until I run dry too. Add to this the panic buying in the stores, the empty shelves and empty freezers – and it feels like we are dissolving. Again.
And there it is! There’s the glimmer of HOPE. That little word Again. It’s not the first time we’ve been here – and it won’t be the last. So instead of getting despondent about it, I choose to take a deep breath in – and out. Expel all the panic and fear and frustration, accept the situation for what it is, handle it logically and without emotion, almost like a personal challenge – and move through it with as little anxiety as possible.
Sounds like a plan.
I can only speak for myself, but the way I see it is that I can’t be getting angry at the powers that be – that won’t solve the situation – it will just make me more anxious. Don’t get me wrong! Of course I have an opinion, but that’s all it is; it’s not a solution. I can’t help the thoughts that come into my head, but why voice them all. Waste of energy. Opinions are like noses – everybody’s got one.
My main job is to get to work ( via the friendly Osteopath, who’s going to sort me out), and keep smiling. It is not the event, but how we respond to it that will ultimately affect us. Remember that. If I were wearing a T-SHirt that said what I want to say, it would read: Keep Calm and Carry On. Not We’re Donald-Ducked. We’re not.
This too shall pass. All things do. I listened to somebody yesterday complaining about the queues at the pump.
It’s a bloody nightmare, he said.
Let’s define nightmare, I responded.