Or, When did I get so gutless?
Now I know that last year, 2017, I was completely spoiled by the epic amount of world travelling I was fortunate enough to do. I know am blessed in so many ways right down to the geographical location of my birth and my race (if not my gender!). This alone opened many doors that would otherwise have been closed to me. I have too many blessing to even list. I am the first to admit that this particular blog post is pretty much a white, middle-aged, middle-class moan about “first world problems”. Frankly, most of the population of the planet has more pressing matters to attend to.
To my husband and friends who read this – no this is not about you! Essentially it is about wondering why I’ve become totally gutless in my approach to life.
I suppose this is partly the menopause which – it is said – encourages one to sift through all your mental garbage bags. As part of that process, I suddenly realised that most of my adult life, if not all of it, I have always done what needed to be done. I have always taken on responsibility for meeting the needs of daily life for myself and others around me. Oftentimes this means not being able to follow my own dreams but on the plus side, it means others can follow theirs by default.
I think that facilitating others is a laudable and generally very good thing. If you are currently doing this, well done. If you are currently being facilitated by someone else, well done. Be sure to show your appreciation. I am all for people following dreams, picking and choosing what they want to do. I’d just like to have a fair crack of the whip myself.
I know that part of this is watching people walk away from various hideous aspects of their lives – be that a relationship or a dead end job – and then looking and feeling so much better for it. I can’t help thinking that I can only get out of this stagnant rut by leaping, creating a vacuum and letting that get filled. Maybe I need a kick up the arse, some real motivation to change my daily existence.
Maybe my desire to just say, ‘fuck it’, hop in my van and only come back when others have sorted out the fall out would actually pan out OK.
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