I’ve spent days and days pondering what to write about. I’ve got a few scribbled notes here. A half written, half hearted attempt there. And then all of a sudden POOF it’s like I’ve had a shot of adrenaline and I’m on my way. And I just know that this is a post that I will finish this time. It’s a mood that I fall into and I just spill my guts all over the place.
I’m a fair weather blogger I have to say. I just can’t come at writing when I’m feeling low. I’ve always admired writers who can tap into their troubles and express their deepest feelings by writing something really inspired. Last week when my cousin died, I sat in front of my computer and the only words I could find were these…
This is f<*ked.
I’m sorry. I just couldn’t be any more profound. Even that was a stretch.
I’ve mumbled it under my breath a few times since, I have to say. I might have said it today. Life just has a way of throwing a lot of the crappy stuff at you all at once. It would be nice if it were metered out to give you a chance to bounce before the next blow. But no, life will dump it all at once just to test your metal. You either sink or you swim. It’s all tied up with ‘survival of the fittest’ I guess. I don’t know.
But tonight I’ve given myself a dose of ‘snap yourself out of it’ or SYOOI.
SYOOI is like a drug that comes from taking notice of people who build you up. They say things like ‘you make me feel normal’ and ‘you are an inspiration’ and when you’re done picking your chin up off the floor you think well, maybe someone might value what I have to say. Maybe I should just say what’s been on my mind.
So this is what’s been on my mind….
I want to know, why can’t we spend more time with the people who we love? Why can’t it be all beer and skittles? Why do we have to work? Pay bills? Keep the house clean? Spend time honoring obligations to others rather than what we really want to spend our time on? Like, the people who we love?
You see, when I’m on my death-bed they won’t be wheeling in my late model sports car (bahaha). It won’t matter whether my pyjamas are Kmart or Ralph Lauren (does he even make pyjamas? He is a he right?). It won’t matter if there’s pubic hair under the toiletseat, what title I hold or how much money I earn. Although I have reached the dizzy heights being The Big Cheese at Shauna ‘Round the Corner. Just saying.
No. What will matter is being with the people who I love and love me in return. I’ll bet that’s all you will want in your final moments too.
So this is what I reckon we all should be doing, every day…
Make the people who you love the highest priority in your life.
Plan ahead and make time for the people who you love.
Say I love you often.
Spread kindness and compassion any chance you can. It’s what the world needs right now.
Don’t compare yourself to others. Run your own race.
Remember that everything can change in an instant. Do not take anything or anyone for granted.
Say no to things if they don’t fit with your priorities.
Steer clear of negative news stories. Switch it off.
Don’t lose sight of what and who is important.
We are all imperfect. We make mistakes. We are human.
Forgiveness is one of the greatest gifts you can give. Not just to others, but also to yourself.
Make every day count.
But above all…..
We are all in way too much of a rush filling our days with ‘stuff we have to do’. This is what world-renowned Australian author, activist and psychologist, Steve Biddulph has to say about that.
If I had to sum up a lifetime of working with families into just six words that encapsulate where the solution to 90% of our problems lie, these would be the words.
Hurry is the enemy of love.
Aint that the truth? Sometimes we just need to ask ourselves, are we focused on what really matters?
What else would you add to my list?
What would you call this post?
And this my friends, is a post that I finished. All accolades will be gratefully received. x