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One for the road

Picture this.

A weekend. You. Poorly you. Recovering from a cold that had you struggling to stay awake beyond ten o’clock on a Saturday night. A wild game of Monopoly accompanied by, wait, NO WINE. You couldn’t face it.

Sunday morning. A dose of night nurse and a good night sleep had you feeling better but still far from 100%. An easy Sunday morning and a fresh dog walk in the sunshine bumped this up a notch but still you were nowhere near your whole healthy self.

A birthday. A birthday of a good friend brought you to the pub. You had said you weren’t planning on drinking much because you didn’t think it would help with your cold so you would probably opt for a nice Irish coffee. Show your face for a drink, a caffeinated drink with a little kick, and wish your friend a “Happy Birthday” then leave. How sensible is that?

4 o’clock. Gin number 3. Still not drunk but well on the way and what happened to your cold?

5 o’clock. Heading elsewhere. “You’re coming to the house to drink some more of what you don’t need aren’t you?” Of course you were. But just for one. Really truly honesty, just for one.

A few hours later and certainly having consumed more than “just the one”. Gin number 7. Dancing on the kitchen floor, forgotten you were ever feeling rough and not even considering the morning.

The road. Oh that famous, ever lengthening road. Just as you’re ready to leave, your coat is in sight and you’ve located your shoes, someone comes up with the bright idea of having one more alcoholic beverage “for the road”.

I’m telling you from experience, that road is the world’s longest road.

The hangover. Just about getting up ready to face the day. Crawling away from your heavy covers to your beauty parlor to help make you look better than you feel.

Work. The struggle but the unhelpful knowledge that it is entirely your fault, completely self inflicted and the thoughts about not drinking again. Definitely not drinking that evening. Perhaps not all week. In fact, right now the thought of alcohol makes you want to vomit.

The videos. The footage comes to haunt you. Photographs and video clips reminding you of how drunk you were, how stupid you were being and how awful your are at singing, luckily the clips don’t show your dancing. Clips that you don’t remember taking.

Never again. Never again.

Next time. Despite declaring yourself teetotal and vowing never to drink another Gin & Tonic, you find yourself back on it eight hours later, consuming Sauvignon Blanc with a friend. Here comes that almighty road. “Let’s just have one more for the road!”

Sound familiar, we’ve all been there.

 

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8 top tips to remain jolly during the festive rush!

If your head is anything like mine is right now then it will be buzzing.

It will be buzzing with a huge list of ‘to-dos’ before the big day which is fast approaching. It will be full of names of the people that you still need to buy for but ideas for presents for those that you’ve already bought for. It will be flagging from all the hours it’s working and a lack of sleep due to failure to shut it up overnight and it will be desperately trying to keep it all together.

As the festive season is in full swing, I thought it appropriate to dedicate my second festive blog post to 8 top tips to remain jolly during the festive rush.

A rush that occurs every single year without fail but one that I don’t quite understand due to the fact that we have an entire year to prepare.

However, panic and rush we always do so here goes.

  1. Go online, avoid city centers

Yes, if you’re one of the many people who has left their entire list to buy for until the last few weeks before Christmas then the internet becomes your new best friend. Think again when getting into your car if you’re heading towards a town centre to shop, you will end up strangling somebody.

Not only will there be hoards of people slowly meandering around most of which will be the smug majority who finished their shopping back in May, there will also be crying kids who didn’t get to see Santa, queues for every checkout and a lack of availability on the shelves.

Sticking to the virtual shopping experience will keep you cool and avoid unnecessary violence.

2. Amazon

If the Internet is your best friend then Amazon is your true love. Just last night I was flicking through the world of Amazon, searching for certain specific requests for presents for family members and scrolling through the gift ideas sections for others. After about half an hour of solid searching, I completed all of my shopping.

It felt good. No waiting in traffic, no park and ride fees, no standing in queues or losing your patience behind the slow moving crowds of people. Just a simple confirmation email almost congratulating me on my success. Job done.

3. Keep on top of everything

Planning ahead is crucial at this busy time of year. It’s hard enough staying in control of things in the calmer months of the year so at Christmas it is more necessary to plan your time wisely.

Keeping up to date with work, chores, social events and everything in between can seem nigh-on impossible. However, having a diary in which you can write everything down will ensure that you don’t forget to attend your Christmas party while also remembering to change the bed, pick your sister up from the station and take your uncle to his carol concert the following day.

4. Always stop for a cup of tea

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again – there is nothing quite like stopping for a cup of tea. Taking the time out of your day, fifteen or thirty minutes, to enjoy a warm cuppa and maybe a mince pie or two.

Especially at Christmas you might forget to do this but doing so will allow you that bit of breathing space to figure out what needs to be done next and to pause for a moment to feel good about all you’ve already completed.

5. Treat yourself too

Not much beats a new purchase for you especially at a time when you’re buying so much for others. A new dress for the Christmas party, some new accessories for you to wear on Christmas day, a new outfit for the pub on Christmas eve. Go on, treat yourself, you deserve it.

6. Wine

No matter what a rubbish day you have had at work, however much your family are getting on your nerves, or the slow people, or the fussy people you encounter each day, there is always, always wine.

Whether it’s red or white that you prefer, maybe even some of the warm mulled variety, wine is always a good way to chill out after a long day.

7. Appreciate the little things

This is important during every season of the year but when we are busy it is often one of the first things that we forget.

Appreciate the sunshine, the beautiful morning skies, the lights on your neighbors house. Appreciate the laughter of the children who enjoy this season most, the good will of most people at this time of year too. Appreciate your year, your life and everybody it and try really hard to do so because if you can’t be happy at Christmas then when can you be?

8. Remain calm, smile through it and embrace the festive spirit

The other day I’d had a really busy day at work, as is always the case, and in the last hour a man came in, ordered his ham for Christmas and then asked for two sacks of coal. I – reluctantly but not showing my hesitation – grabbed the keys to go up to the bunker to get it.

He offered to help. I was taken a back. What a kind man, I thought. He then, after loading his two bags onto the trolley, helped me further by voluntarily bringing two more sacks down to prevent me having to go up again that night. True genuine kindness and the spirit of Christmas. You don’t find too much of that these days but it’s what it’s all about.

Remain calm when you begin to lose your patience, smile even if it is through gritted teeth and embrace all that is good about this jolly festive season.

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Another year over and what have you done?

On hearing John Lennon’s Happy Xmas (War Is Over) for the first time of many this year, inspiration hit me for a blog entry. The lyrics ‘so this is Christmas and what have you done’ always strike me.

Despite the theme of the song being about world peace, these words make me consider things on a very personal level.

What have you done, what have I done?

Initially I feel quite saddened when I hear these lines thinking: ‘ah, shucks. It really is another year over. Another year that has flown by and what have I actually done?’

I suddenly feel closer to death, despite being so young (and ever so slightly dramatic). I feel deflated and want to have achieved more. I feel flat that my new years resolutions lasted until February.

I think that sometimes the end of a year can bring a sense of disappointment and negativity universally. We start each new year bursting with motivation and hungry for change. For something new and exciting to greet us and for our year to be fulfilled, when in reality it’s just another year.

After I had had my meltdown, however, I thought again. What have I done?

This year I have kept all of my friends and made some new very good ones to bring more joy to my life. I have got closer to some important people and intend on keeping it that way. I have made some fab new memories and I have had so many good times.

This year I have drank too much wine and had many nights that I don’t remember. I have also partaken in healthier antics in my daily dog walks, sometimes even two and the occasional fitness work out with my sister.

This year I have juggled all of my work, I think, successfully. I have worked fifty hour weeks (and some) most weeks and worked very hard at that. In my day job I have upped my game and improved many skills. On the writing front I have written numerous articles which have been published online. I have even got published for the first time in print… twice. I have started a course which I am thoroughly enjoying and I have completed the first full draft of my first novel.

From my work, this year, I have bought myself a new car. I have driven it on numerous long journeys to visit friends. I am loving it and feel proud when driving it having fully earned it.

This year I have found ways of improving myself subtly that make huge differences. I have found a love for mediation which helps me to keep a calm mind in stressful situations and also helps me to continue working when my mind wants to give up. It has given me an element of control over my thoughts and emotions, something that I have never been good at.

This year I have been brave and read at my Granny’s funeral. I have been proud at how many people knew and loved her and I have been grateful for all the crazy years we shared.

This year I have learned how to better myself. I have learned how to be stronger, how important making time for myself is, how to embrace who I am rather than trying to change, how lucky I am in so many ways.

I have learned how to look positively at all times and how to be grateful for who and what I’ve got rather than to focus on what I don’t.

I have learned that I am still learning and have a long way to go but I will get there.

I have not learned how to say no to one drink for the road!!!!

So when you break it down as I have done for you, this year I have done so much and I’m sure you have too. Eradicate that deflation come December, embrace in the spirit of Christmas and be so pleased with all you have done this time around, ready to do it again and more in 2019!

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The fury, frustration and flagging humans – the petrol station

It was a Sunday, a very hungover Sunday but a decent Sunday nonetheless. It was a day off after all and I don’t think it’s possible to have a bad day off.

A cup of tea in bed to finish my book. A very very unpredictably good ending. A do-gooder trip to supermarkets where I bought presents mostly and a few snacks to feed my ever strengthening throbbing head.

Some sunshine and a good mood. A podcast. A nap. Friends and more naps. Finishing off with a burger to keep the hangover at bay.

I decided to venture out in the evening to see more friends and to ensure that I refrained from consuming the four pack of Magners laying so enticingly in my fridge. I looked at my petrol gauge and oh, great – I was out.

I pulled into the BP station and saw a mass of cars fueling up for the working week ahead and I tried so desperately hard to keep my good, calm tempered mood with me. It was a Sunday after all and who loses it on a peaceful Sunday?

I realised early on that I had chosen a bad time to come to the petrol station but with five miles to empty and on a dark November night, I wasn’t prepared to take the risk.

The pump at which I was waiting had the car parked by it that looked as though it had been there the longest. That’s always a judge that I make upon entering. I then look for the driver who looks the youngest and most able, thus moving faster and leaving first.

Usually I am totally right. This time I was completely wrong.

I had assumed by the mucky looking Ford Fiesta parked up that the owner was of a younger age than the posh cars with personalised number plates that occupied every other pump, and that the driver in question would have more awareness of other people’s time, not thinking he was the most important.

I prayed for each person who exited the building having paid for their petrol to come to the pump I was waiting behind. I was even teased by a man forgetting where his car was and thinking that the car I was parked behind was his – it wasn’t.

Finally after what felt like days of waiting my driver approached. He ambled along as if the place was empty stopping occasionally to check his shoes. Perhaps they were new, perhaps he thought he’d stood in something. I couldn’t care.

He reached the car after a while pausing to let other cars go before him and unlocked the car. Finally, I thought, as he let yet another car go before him. Yes, despite having legs to run forward, he decided to retreat back.

He opened the door which again took minutes rather than seconds (please tell me why?!) and proceeded to check his phone, straighten his hairstyle, eat his sandwich, probably cook a bloody roast dinner, do anything before putting his seat belt on.

I was beginning to lose my strength.

He then sat for another few minutes as if he were waiting for the place to empty before pulling off.

He was finally gone. I was furious. My calm, good mood was destroyed.

Wanted: ignorant human behavior. Found: at petrol stations across the UK.

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The importance of a nice cup of tea

When things go wrong, have a cup of tea. If things are going great, have a cup of tea. In any given situation, have a cup of tea. Sometimes it is so important to physically sit yourself down and have a cup of tea.

While struggling to come up with a topic for this week’s blog post I decided to boil the kettle and make myself a nice mug of green tea, avoiding coffee for once in my life to give my stomach a break. Don’t be fooled I am no health freak.

As I was waiting for the kettle to boil I proceeded to empty the dishwasher, put away one load of washing that was hanging on the airer and hang the load that had finished in the machine up to dry. All of this was done in such a rush trying to beat the click of the boiled kettle.

I then made my tea as quickly as I could pour and took it straight upstairs to its usual position on my desk and started to work, leaving little room to breathe in the process.

It was in this moment that I came up with the topic that I am going to write about this week – the importance of a nice cup of tea.

Not only do I love tea but the whole process of drinking a warm beverage usually requires you to stop and be still, at least for the seconds that you’re sipping. This is why I have used the example of having a cup of tea to basically say – STOP. Sometimes we forget to in this modern chaos that we call life and it is so important.

What should have happened in the scenario I am describing seeing as I had just finished a busy six hour shift at work was that I should have made my cup of tea calmly, paused while waiting for the kettle to boil, sat down on my comfy sofa in my cosy living room and enjoyed every sip. I should have simply enjoyed the process of stopping for a fifteen minute period to have my cup of tea.

Life these days is mad and we are constantly fighting the ticking clock to get every task completed that we set ourselves. I am the worst for overloading work into a period of time that is too short for the amount I plan and I kick myself if I don’t get it all done, never even considering time for a short break.

However, stopping for that tiny period of time within our days to savor the moment of having a cup of tea will help no end. Deliberating over things while you wait for it to cool down a little, or if you’re me and a little pathetic with heat, then a lot. Enjoying every sip and a deep breath after. Loving the fact that you’ve actually stopped and not feeling guilty because it will only ever be for half an hour, max.

Not only does this process have the obvious benefits of hydrating you and warming you up especially during the winter months which are rapidly creeping upon us, but it helps psychologically in that people are proven to feel better after a nice cuppa. There are so many benefits to all kinds of tea and it’s surprising how a small amount of time spent physically stopping can refresh you more than you would think.

Next time you’re boiling the kettle, forget all tasks that need to be done for the time being and make sure you sit, with your cup of tea and enjoy. Appreciate the rare moment of physically stopping.

(I really need to take some of my own advice).

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Single at twenty three, a positive take

With many things in life I often like to take a positive outlook on my relationship status having remained ‘single’ for the vast majority of my life so far. In fact, I can put my hand on my heart and tell you that I have never been in a proper relationship (none that I’d count anyway) and I am OK with this, mostly.

I have plenty of friends who are similar ages to me and in good, long term, secure relationships and I am so happy for them. It means that there will be lots of fun weddings to come in the not too distant future and an excuse for lots of new dress purchases too, but I really am happy for them.

Sometimes I get quite jealous when I scroll down social media seeing so many perfectly happy couples, holidaying in Menorca or generally having a jolly romantic time of it and I long for my man to come along.

Quite often I’ve got quite (drunkenly) upset and aired the issue to close friends, sometimes even strangers about how lonely being single can feel.

However, there are so many good bits about being single at twenty three and though I would welcome a relationship with open arms, I am more than content with my life as it is. Please don’t get me wrong though, I’m happy for those lucky ones.

I have time. Twenty three is SO YOUNG. You hear so many older couples saying how they wished they had waited and not settled so young, or telling you that you have got so much time. So many people didn’t meet their life long love until they were in their late twenties or even later so time is definitely on my side.

I already have a busy schedule. I struggle to fit many of my friends into my increasingly jammed schedule and I know so many of my peers are in the same situation so fitting time for a boyfriend right now seems impossible. Being single takes this responsibility away -result!

I am saving money. Christmas is cheaper, birthdays are cheaper and in fact life is cheaper without having to have numerous date nights on top of socialising with friends too.

I am having fun. Nights out can become more exciting when you can kiss who you like and Tinder is always an entertaining pastime.

I am in control. Your life plans are yours and there is no compromising or planning whether you want kids and when etc.

It will happen. As hard as it is to hear sometimes and as difficult as I find it to believe, literally everyone tells me that someone will come into my life when I least expect it and the more successful relationships that I hear of, the more I believe this saying to be true.

So though a romantic getaway wouldn’t go amiss and sometimes I’d like to have someone more than my lovely friends to tell me I’m a good person and cared for, being single really isn’t that bad for now, especially at such a young age.

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Through it all there are always good people

There may be lies and cheats and people who constantly tread on your feet. There might be people who will do anything to get their way, but there are always good people.

Some people will make you feel uncomfortable with their judgmental eyes glaring at you across the room. They may even be bold enough to comment on things such as how you look or act, but then there are always good people.

You might be following somebody down the road who is walking as slow as a snail and you want to get past because you’re late for an appointment. Or your issue lies with someone who can’t decide on what they want as they take up all the staff in the queue in front of you, but then there are always good people.

You may hear about the worst kind of people on the news. People who kill other people, hurt other people, hurt animals or abuse their rights, but you have to remember there are always good people.

The complainers and forceful brutes who think they know it all and want to step on everyone that they meet, but still there are always the people.

You might get frustrated at those who don’t work at all yet get everything handed to them while everybody else slaves away. Maybe it’s those who are so tight with money that they refuse to donate to charity that bother you most, but there are always the people.

 

There are people who love and give all that they have out into the world to share – they are good people.

There are those who never judge and have time for anybody no matter who they are nor what their own issues may be, their ears are for listening and that is what they offer – they are good people.

So many people rescue animals and provide them with a better home to live in for the rest of their good lives – they are good people.

There are people who will work for free, volunteer to help those less fortunate than themselves or work but give half of their wealth to a good organisation – they are good people.

If they do good deeds but don’t insist on anything back – they are good people.

When you’re in a shop and someone is short ten pence so the person behind gives it to them – they are good people.

Friends who give gifts or cards “just because” – they are good people.

Those who haven’t time but make it for people they love – they are good people.

People who love unconditionally and give hugs freely – they are good people.

Those who genuinely care – they are good people.

 

If you’re having a bad day remember that there are so many good people out there. If everything is going wrong then remember the good. Goodness is all around us, we just have to see it and focus on it.

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Inside a dogs mind

Spending a huge chunk of my time surrounded by dogs to the point that I would consider some of my best buddies to be those of the four legged variety, I often wonder what goes on inside their heads.

They are incredible animals and though some are more intelligent than others, they all have their perks and individual personalities that we love.

No matter how long you leave a dog, they are so happy to see you. Whether it’s been a five minute trip outside to the dustbin or a four hour lunch date with a friend, they are always so excited on your return and this is one of the things that I love the most. As you enter the house they will be sure to come running up to you with only happiness showing from their beaming body language.

When you’re chilling of an evening and everything is calm, they often give each human an equal amount of lap time – as long as they like you that is – and they cuddle up to you making you feel so loved as they are.

Their intelligence amazes me and you often see on documentaries how clever dogs can be. I find sniffer dogs and guide dogs incredible, as well as the power that they have to sense your mood and if ever you’re sad they will certainly know and do anything in their power to comfort you.

I often walk with a friend and a collection of dogs. The times one has ran that bit too far for our liking and that bit too fast for us to catch it, usually confused having lost us, and we have sent the other dogs to bring the lost one back, they have done. Effortlessly.

I have friends who tell me that they spend a lot of time alone due to shift work or such like yet they never feel alone at all when their dog is around. I have people who tell me how much their dog helped them through a significant loss in the family or the discovery of a terminal illness. In fact, everything you hear about dogs is fabulous.

You only have to watch Super Vet to witness this precious bond that we have built with these amazing animals. The things that he is able to do to help the most horrific injuries and the determination that the dogs have to continue living. I have seen dogs with spinal injuries on the show that even Noel Fitzpatrick is questioning whether they’ll survive and they often do, amazingly.

But one of the best things that I love about them is that they can’t talk which leaves you wondering what goes on inside that small head. I know many owners have full blown conversations with their pups and I love to think that they’re replying and actually saying the things that their owner says for them.

I could watch dogs all day making up in my mind what is going on in theirs. I love that they all have their own personalities and I really hope that their barks at dogs across the road is actually a “see you in the park mate” as we humans would say “see you in the pub”.

For now I can only imagine, but maybe one day we will know what goes on inside a dogs mind.

 

 

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Retail: the good, the fun and the slightly irritating!

Mr important walks in past four customers patiently waiting and straight to the front demanding ham.

“Cut it thick please, you know, just how my wife likes it!”

(How are we supposed to know how your wife likes it, you think, but continue to play the game and ask politely whether the slice you have just cut is thick enough)

He then wants exactly 200g, no more nor less. Again, the guess work comes with a smile through gritted teeth and then to the side at the customers still stood patiently waiting.

He chats for ages about what a lovely shop this is, what a wonderful area it is in and because you can’t be rude and he is saying nice things, you must listen to his babble. Yet you are constantly wanting to serve the four customers patiently waiting, though first in line is becoming ever more frustrated.

“Do you sell Quinoa here?”

(What a stupid request? Of all the things you offer you always get one who picks the most obscure product and has the balls to ask for it)

“No, sir. I am afraid we don’t. Is that everything?”

He goes to grab his wallet from deep within his jean back pocket.

(Hallelujah, you think, we are finally at the end and I can now serve the four customers who have been patiently waiting)

“Oh, I’ll tell you what I need actually. Bare with me one moment.”

He wanders off to another part of the shop so you begin to ask the first patient customer in line if you can help them, both agreeing through wicked eye movements at what a nuisance he is being.

“Can I hel–”

(Interrupted, of course)

He’s now requesting a licorice sweet one centimeter shorter than the ones you have in stock. Inside your head you’ve left the room, yet sadly your body still remains and you have to come up with a serious answer to this barbarity. You want him to ask for a pet unicorn to keep the insanity levels high.

“Frightfully sorry, sir. This is all we have at the moment. I can order it in for you though.”

(The get out clause that saves you in any situation but allows you to conveniently forget your promise if the request is ludicrous.)

“Not to worry, I think that is all.”

(Brilliant, fantastic, the pain might well be over)

“So that will be £4.89 please.”

“Wait a minute.”

(I’m pretty used to waiting)

“Let me just find

(The change)

the change.”

(You knew it)

You wait for him to count out the correct amount in twenty pence pieces while pleading apologetically with your eyes to the eight customers patiently waiting in line and all humour him while you pretend that he is as important to society as he feels.

Meanwhile, his friend ‘I can’t wait a minute’ is hovering forcefully at the other counter, nagging for a cash withdrawal.

“Hello there, I’ll be with you in a minute. These eight people have been waiting so I must serve them first.”

“Ok, do you have any cakes?”

(Clearly not listened to a word you just said)

“I’ll get to you as soon as possible.”

(So you don’t listen either.)

“The ones with icing on, I really like them.”

(Fabulous, two of them in at once)

“Yes we do. I shall just bag this for you so it doesn’t go but I really must serve everybody else first. Thank you sir, good bye. Thank you for waiting everybody. Can I help you?”

Of course Mr important knows Miss I can’t wait a minute and they collectively become ‘the hovering gossips’. Chatting quite happily away to one another and taking up the capacity of the shop in the process.

“Hi, yes. Please can I have a cheese roll and a coffee?”

“Certainly, if you could just pass up the roll you would like.”

Miss I can’t wait a minute heckles from the other counter, interrupting her role as floater.

“Could I just withdraw thirty pounds I am in an awful rush.”

“Yes, just one minute and I will be with you.”

“Is that my roll,” comes from the mouth of first in line which makes you immediately think that he’s not in the patient group as you’d first predicted but in fact fits into one of the other categories of retail.

“Yes, sir. It’s almost complete.”

“Oh, I’d only like half a piece of tomato and just the one cucumber please. And if that knife has been anywhere near the chutney then I would be needing a new roll.”

“I’m ever so sorry, sir. Would you pass me another, I didn’t realise so I shall start again.”

“Sorry to be a pain.”

“Not at all, you’re absolutely fine.”

(Do not let inner thoughts show on facial expression)

. . .

Eventually after what feels like forever but has probably only been five minutes, the shop is empty. Apart from two customers. Finally time to catch up and regain your faith in mankind.

“Hello there. A strange request I know but do you know of any toy voyage hosts?

(What do they think you are, Google? What is toy voyaging?)

“I don’t know what that is? I’m really sorry.”

“It’s where I have a toy and would give it to a host from another country to take it on a vacation. In return I would have theirs. I’m from New Zealand you see.”

“I see.”

One customer remains. The lingerer. The one who has come for a day trip rather than to buy necessities and spends hours choosing items but buying nothing. You attempt to get on with jobs while still looking eager to help them but getting more and more frustrated at the time they take to choose a bag of crisps.

“I’ll take these.”

(Finally)

Now, the shop is empty. For a few minutes the shop remains empty. You wash up all of the dishes, prepare more salad for sandwiches and stock up some shelves. A lady walks in. Lovely looking and as if she knows what she wants. No queues to skip so she heads straight to the counter with a smile.

“Hi there, I’m off to Mongolia next month. Would you be able to recommend the best hotel?”

(You give up)

This is a very exaggerated version, don’t get me wrong, but it is also a glimpse into life in retail. I absolutely love my job and don’t feel at work half of the time with the lovely customers/ friends that I serve throughout the day. However, as with anything in life – there is always one!

Whether you are behind the counter serving or waiting in line, you will be sure to experience the down sides to retail at more than one stage in your life. Though most people you deal with are lovely, there is sure to be irritation along the way.

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I am learning

At the age of twenty three I thought it inappropriate to write this week’s blog post focusing on the things that I have learnt in life due to the fact that it isn’t an overly huge amount so far.

I mean, of course there are billions of things I have learnt to improve my knowledge and understanding of this crazy world, but in terms of mastering valuable life lessons, the process is yet to be completed.

Therefore, I felt it much more accurate to talk about the things that I am learning as I grow and will hopefully have fully accomplished one day.

I am learning not to care so much what people think, a tricky one that I think takes years of practice.

I am learning to stick with what I love and to do it well. This is much better than doing something else that I think I should be doing purely based on other opinions, but only making a half halfhearted effort to do so.

I am learning that people don’t always mean what they say and sometimes they don’t necessarily say what they mean.

I am learning that a cup of tea solves any given situation, no matter how good or bad.

I am learning that there is always a reason to celebrate with a large glass of vino.

I am learning that a good laugh with good company is another form of therapy and sometimes a chat about absolutely nothing can help to clear out your mind.

I am learning that there are certain days when you just aren’t feeling it but after a good cry you’ll usually feel better and you will have your mojo back in no time at all.

I am learning that hormones are very real.

I am learning that when you feel sad about something, talking helps and even if you feel that the person you talk too has much more going on, your issue is yours and the majority of people are more than willing to help.

I am learning that some days just go your way and you feel great even if it is raining and dull outside.

I am learning that photos are the best keepsake to look back on when you feel that you begin to negatively evaluate your current position in life.

I am learning that time out is always needed, whether it’s a long weekend, an entire week or just half an hour on a really bad day.

I am learning that dogs are happiness with four legs and their presence makes your insides smile.

I am learning that that is a skill, to make your insides smile, and to keep everything in life close to you that makes this happen.

I am learning that you don’t have to hear people tell you that they love and care for you to know that they do. This emotion can come in so many different ways such as a message or phone call checking up on you. Perhaps they get you a present just because. They may hug you that bit tighter or smile a bit more when you enter the room. They may help you with a boring task that only benefits you. All of these are expressions of love.

I am learning when to keep thoughts in my head and how to hold my tongue and think before answering or saying something I will regret.

I am learning about toxic relationships and that holding grudges only makes your angrier, it is much better to listen to the old sayings and kill them with kindness.

I am learning to take a step outside your own head in times of anger because sometimes it is more within you than towards the given situation.

I am learning that jealousy is a bad trait but sometimes only natural.

I am learning that being happy for others and seeing the best in people are great traits to have.

I realise how unorganised this post is but I tried a little stream of consciousness exercise which turned into word vomiting out the things that I am beginning to learn. I am also fully aware that there is so much I could add to this but I will save those for now.

 

Keep on learning folks!