If truth be told, there is way too much going on in my life at the moment. Mostly worrying things over which I have only limited control, but where I would/will be the person picking up the pieces when all goes pear-shaped. There are an awful lot of health, family, school, work things which are sitting over my head like a big black cloud that is about to explode.
Surprisingly it isn’t getting me down too much. I seem to have absorbed a lot of my husband’s attitude towards life over the last 25 years: a problem is only a problem when it really is a problem. Until then put it out of your mind, because it may never happen. So no running through what if scenarios in the wee early hours and not being able to sleep because it. is. all. just. too. much.
Maybe I’m sticking my head in the sand.
But it seems to be what I need to do to get through all this and keep my sanity.
I’m taking one day at a time. Doing something about the things where I can actually do something and putting everything I can’t control to one side. I’m taking time to enjoy the simple things. The spring flowers in the garden, having a laugh with my lovely work colleagues, running and doing yoga. It makes me feel like my feet are firmly on the ground and I’m as ready as I can be to deal with what life throws at me…..but only when it actually does.
It’s the life of the middle-aged woman I suppose. It comes to us all.
Now I’m off to Newcastle to see my mother and to take my 15 year old to his first Premier League football match. I hope we win, but we’ve been rubbish lately, so it’s possible that the highlight of the trip will not be St James’ Park erupting with joy, but rather eating fish and chips out of the paper at the fish quay.