I’m moving. Gah.
All the clever people (and trashy mags) always tell us this is one of the things you can do to bring on some serious stress. That and getting married, getting unmarried, getting a new job etc etc.
Herein lies some attempts I’m making to move well and make the process as breezy, eco and happy as possible.
The other morning I received a package in the post filled with prints from some film rolls I had had developed. I’d been given more than simply photographs in the postie’s delivery that morning though. I’d got myself some sweet old self help.
After putting my frozen dinner from the plastic sandwich bag it was in to a saucepan on the hob I went to put the sandwich bag in the bin.
W H O A H T H E R E.
‘Hold on’ I thought, ‘this thing is COMPLETELY functional- why am I binning it?’
Unlike every season change before it, Spring hasn’t just sprung upon me this year.
I’m putting that down to the ‘go slow’ thing I’ve been giving a go. I’ve been intentionally paying more attention to my body, my mind and my surrounds; with an offshoot of that effort being that I’ve noticed the new life that has begun to pepper the landscape around me. I’ve seen the first of the wild garlic push its way through the soil, along with the daffodils and the crocuses.
The beginning of new years are weird things.
There is an overwhelming amount of expectation on it as if when the clock strikes midnight our lives will be renewed. All of our wishes for a bettered self, from ending our vices to starting all the health kicks under the sun are going to come to fruition as the clock ticks over to the first of January. Course they are.
‘Doh’ (as day 5 strikes and my resolutions shatter).