Dear Friends, Beloved Reader. I am (almost) at a loss for words. I HAVE JUST SURVIVED AN ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE.
It was just a normal Tuesday morning wfh but in the time it took for me to leave the room and make a cup of tea, Lo and Behold, a DEAD MOUSE APPEARED NEXT TO THE SOFA.
Yes, a mouse. A DEAD MOUSE. JUST CASUALLY LYING THERE DEAD ON THE FLOOR AND TRYING TO KILL ME.
HOW DID IT GET THERE? WHY WAS IT THERE? WHY WAS IT DEAD? I’d thought giant spiders trying to kill me during yoga was bad enough.
Dear Friends, Beloved Reader, we panicked. Of course we did. And then we bought all the mouse killing devices we could afford. I try and avoid Amazon (because: taxes, poor treatment of their employees and the Amazon guy has more money than is moral) but in this one instance, thank God for prime.
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers during this difficult time.
No, of course I’m not sleeping properly, every strange sound and flicker of light could be another mouse trying to kill me. I am maintaining CONSTANT VIGILANCE. I peer round the living room door every morning, scanning the floor for any signs of another potentially life-threatening encounter with a dead mouse. Walking past the sofa gives me flashbacks. To be honest, it’s getting a little exhausting.
This past week I’ve been thinking about clean slates and what our lives would look like if we stepped into the rest of the summer with a mind and heart wiped clean of the dust of lockdown. Not to ignore all that has happened but what if we could take the lessons of the past few months and apply them in making the next few as good as they can be in these weird Corona Days?
Not gonna lie, two of my faves are getting married on Saturday and I can't be there because corona. What if, instead of adding this to my Rachel-is-Bitter-Because-Corona-Has-Stolen-All-These-Things-From-Her list, I wiped the slate clean and starting tuning my heart to gratitude and thankfulness instead?
We abandoned the calendar of good things in June. Even my Type 9 live-in-the-moment self struggled to find one good thing when every single day was exactly the same. And when I look into the rest of the summer still being at home, its hard to imagine how life can be anything other than monotonous and a bit of a waste of time. But what if I wiped the slate clean and looked into the summer with gratitude and thankfulness?
I'm kicking off with a few good things from the past few months:
- Phone calls. I am my mother’s daughter - I just love to chat on the phone. Lockdown has given me the chance to call people I never ever would have called before because it just would have been weird. Much love to all my millennials pushing through their fear of the phone just so I can talk at them for a bit.
- The grace for the day – from the days when everything was ok, to the days when I was a complete mess.
- More time for reading. PSA: when you can hardly leave your house let alone the country do not read books all about wild adventure. It will convince you that the first thing you should do when the world reopens is quit your life, move abroad and find an adventure.
- Living in pyjamas: work pyjamas, weekend pyjamas, night pyjamas, food shop pyjamas. I now consider wearing a bra and earrings the epitome of fancy.
- Supporting local businesses. “You got cake from the café again Rachel? They know your order now?” I AM SUPPORTING A LOCAL BUSINESS. HOW CAN I GET BRUNCH THERE IN THE FUTURE IF IT DOESN’T SURVIVE THE NEXT FEW WEEKS?!! I NEED TO INVEST NOW SO I CAN REAP THE (BRUNCH) REWARDS LATER.
- Snail mail. Who doesn't love to send/receive good post?
Do I need to wipe the slate clean and stop taking this paranoid is-there-a-mouse-trying-to-kill-me energy into every single day? Yes.
Do I need to wipe the slate clean and stop taking my negative lockdown energy into every single day? Yes.
Do I need to start focussing on the good things? Yes.
Teach us to remember, God; make our minds a storehouse for past promises kept, all the good things and hope fulfilled - so that we can be a prophet to our own present, a watchman on the walls of our own still night." Prayer Vol 1, Strahan Coleman
What are some of your good things from the past few months?