Hi. Pleased to meet you. This is me sharing my own life leap journey as an Ambassador for Psychologies Magazine.
I finally clicked the right button on Facebook and joined the many other subscribers who have chosen to be part of the Life Leap closed group (the readers and participants by choice) are being encouraged to let go of pre-judgement, find connection, declutter and maybe, just maybe, change the world.
Today I have too much to say, so I will try to keep it brief:
1. I've let a lot go already, so I'm not afraid to continue. Let's see where the participation with others takes me.
2. I've already found many connections; however, I am always open to new ones.
3. I've been decluttering all my life, so why not highlight my findings on the internet?
4. I've changed my world on several occasions, I thrive on change, and choices. Why not?
If I just left it there, this doesn’t quite reveal anything does it? And what has this got to do with relating to fables? So many questions.
Personally, I like referring to real-life activities as a story-teller, comparing life to fables already written and future stories yet to be told.
I also think every day is for some, a life leap, just getting out of bed and starting the day can be a bind.
Me! I've always liked getting out of bed, eventually. I don’t jump up like a rabbit, I roll out like an elephant. I don't pray, or say thank you when my feet touch ground. Although, I am often consciously thankful that my feet are the first to touch base and not my head. Every time my feet hit the ground, I appreciate that I did it, it took a while to self-motivate and get up, but I did it.
I had never been one to talk about what I think about until recent years. In truth I still don't talk about these moments. I write about them.
Sometimes I wonder why I don’t want to get up, am I just lazy? Today, I realise, I really like my bed. It's so comfy. I like getting into it and say, 'how I love my bed', and I reluctantly climb out of it, because I love it. Random thoughts remind me, I am not bedbound, and I am sure if I was, I would jump at the chance to get out of it. Still! I roll like an elephant. I have a choice. I can get up at four, five, six, and I choose seven.
When I was younger, I would push my time in bed until eight o’clock. I could get ready quite fast and still look respectable for work. Today, I don’t have only myself to take care of. I have children and pets, and myself. This takes at least an additional hour of co-ordination. Seven, it suits for now.
When the children were tiny and toddlers, I would sometimes be up at four and five in the morning and think, when they are older I will still get up at this time. I can laugh at my past self. The difference, when children were smaller, I went to bed even earlier, sometimes it was as early as eight-thirty. I was always shattered, mentally and physically pushed to my limit. People had said how exhausting parenting was, and with experience I learned it's not just physically and mentally, it's also emotionally draining.
Time has shifted, and as the children grow up, they begin to see the evening as an adventure, no place for sleep. In life I've had to adapt and let go, change and level up daily, monthly and annually. I'd never noticed this within my career, but as a parent, wow! How time truly flies.
I choose, for now, to get up eventually at seven. My alarm rings from six-forty, I say seven. I have to say seven because I like a good eight hours sleep, or I feel terribly run-down the next day. For the life leaps this year (2018), I need to be focused and switched on.
1. Let's see where the participation as Ambassador and Life Leaping takes me.
2. Where will the new connectionsbegin?
3. What will I be decluttering first?
4. What part of the world will I change?
For as long as I can, I will do my best to keep you up to date with my real-life findings and on occasions I may default to talking about a story rather than myself, because this can make the sharing of information far easier. Sharing information on the internet, it can be a void of risk. A scary place. It's taken me three years of practise and commitment to become confident in sharing online. I often wish I was as relaxed as the millennials with information sharing, however that's a story for the future.
I often compare my life to the very old fable of the Tortoise and the Hare. Can you recall a fable that best represents your own mode of life at present?
If you would like to read some of my poetry and prose, its over here at One Writer’s Progress click here.
Tortoise signing off…
Photos: 1. A Pexels Photo - Lady in Pink -
Poster Image 2. Decluttering and Personal Pic.