Is anyone else a little scared about how fast time is actually going? And yet it’s also not. All at once.
Ask me what I did yesterday, I hate that. With a heavy sigh I can recall I breathed a lot, took a lot of pills, probably got mad at something, and answered some emails.
The list goes on but honestly, I don’t know. If you want to hear something more exciting from me, you’ll need to start scheduling concerts in the morning for people over 45.
I revisited work emails I sent yesterday. I sound unhinged.
Almost every email: Hello! I am very excited to be chatting with you! Can you tell by the number of exclamation points!
Here is one sentence with only a full stop so I don’t come across as manic. Look forward to doing business with you, thanks! Good grief.
If the clocks had gone back six years…
Wouldn’t it be handy if the clocks had gone back about six years instead of just an hour and I could sort out my life, and my grammar?
I accept, with an element of disbelief, it is the end of November. 2021 almost over and I only enjoyed approximately 15 days in total.
Between health complications, having Covid, the business struggling and house repairs taking an eternity, I am waiting on December with open arms.
I will be skipping the last week in November to transition into ‘Christmas Mum’ effective immediately.
From here on out, everything is Santa-fricking-jolly, covered in fairy lights and magical.
Music I used to get drunk to shall now provide the soundtrack for cleaning the house, we can’t possibly put up the tree without hoovering and rearranging the furniture.
We won’t even be able to see who disapproves of ‘too early’ decorations over the glare of our Christmas tree lights.
Christmas jammies will be promoted to acceptable day wear status, big coats easily covering t-shirts announcing, ‘the elves made me do it’.
‘What would Mariah do?’
Regularly appearing ‘dead inside Mum’ shall resume in January – meantime, thank you for your cooperation.
We will watch Elf on repeat and with any queries, we will answer it with ‘what would Mariah do?’
I shall make many plans and get over excited when they’re cancelled because by the time I finish getting ready, I am literally so exhausted I’m ready to take a nap.
It is officially ‘once I’m home, I’m not coming back out’ season, even if mother nature keeps throwing out temperatures in a fashion like a lottery ball draw.
I’m going home!
Folks say, ‘go big or go home.’ Is choosing home is a bad thing? You better believe I’m choosing going home and I’m going to lie down when I get there.
My mood is currently ducking and diving faster than the big dipper.
One friend passed from cancer, another (Hallelujah) given the all clear.
Himself is back from COP26. The house still unfinished. We had some fabulous customers this week, yet I also ended up having row with two. In the street. Outside our premises.
Not my finest hour but, in my defence, we are there to provide excellent food and service. My staff are not on hand to be abused or have conspiracy theories regards the pandemic thrown at them alongside refusals to wear a mask.
This was neither welcomed nor appreciated.
We listen to reply
Sometimes I believe the biggest, current day, communication problem is we do not listen to understand – we listen to reply.
I shall endeavour to be better. To practise listening. Practice pausing.
Pause whenever I’m about to react and try to avoid doing and saying things I’ll later regret. However, I’ll never regret defending my polite, dedicated, hardworking staff from abuse.
I like people who march to the beat of their own drum, and who make it their business to help those around them.
These are my people
I like people who give compliments to strangers in the supermarket and smile at babies in prams.
I like people who begin by blurting out, who overshare and take genuine interest instead of staid platitudes. I like people who are passionate about ideas and excited about other’s success stories.
Let’s collect these people and, if you see me humming and dancing to Christmas music for the rest of November, please remember it costs nothing to worry about yourself.
You’re even welcome to join in.
