Listen to the birds not the news

Anon

Half way through the year and I can feel myself needing a pause. Not a holiday, or a distraction. Just time to revisit my goals and pause the pace of life. What did I want to achieve? Do those things still resonate? What is it that I truly desire? All large questions that can’t always be given the time during the hustle and bustle of the working week.

As a result, this morning I took myself off with a morning brew and sat in the sun. I listened to the birds – they had much to say and I let my mind wander. I can’t say I ‘thought’ as much as allowed the fleeting moments to pass.

I ended up grabbing a pad and pen and revisiting some of the larger questions mentioned earlier. I didn’t get caught up in the why or the how, I just let my pen float and the bird song did the rest.

After twenty minutes I felt rejuvenated, focused and ready to play the game of life. We had family plans and so I jumped back into family life. Later that evening we sat in the garden to eat dinner (a rare but always welcome occasion in the UK) and the bird song reoccurred. It was then that I realised what a luxury it was to pause life and how essential it was to listen to the birds, to listen to your inter voice and to close of the world’s distraction.

We don’t always need to escape but it’s essential that we pause. Sometimes routines can enhance our lives but at other times they can become so habitual that they no longer serve the current version of ourselves. I can see why writers often take themselves out of their homes to a cafe or park, a change of scenery or a brief break from our normal schedule can make all the difference in our lives. Whilst today I feel like the bird song background choir helped me process my vision, I’ve also reflected on my morning routine and how I can enhance my outcomes. Should you be blessed with a morning of sun, grab a drink and some paper/pen, it might just make your morning and it could change your life.

Remember growing might feel like breaking at first.

Quote Anon but super wise

I love to light a candle, snuggle with fluffy socks and pinch the Mr’s hoodie but comfort only brings contentment for a short period of time, stay too long and the candle goes out. Nothing changes, the years pass and life stagnates.

I’m a huge advocate for self development and self care, as a full time teacher and Mummy, daughter, friend and partner – I can’t be at my best unless I first address my own health, wellbeing and happiness. My family are seriously awesome people, the children in my classes have the potential to make our world a better place, my son has only got one Mummy…to do this I need time out and I need time for me. I take note of when I’m tired and I go to bed early, I rise early and make time to exercise. Self care is the key to being the best I can be. It’s my vision that all humans embrace self love, to embrace busy days and balance them with bubble baths…so I’m being brave and currently am developing a self care YouTube channel. There I’ve typed it – I’ve told the universe.

It scares the shizzle out of me. Currently the Mr and I are learning to edit, focus, upload and do a thousand things that are beyond our comfort zones, there are no candles and hoodies to hide behind. If I want to push the vision of self care then I need to abandon my comfort zone. I know the first few episodes are likely to make me cringe, that our skill set is only just in its infancy but for me to grow I need to make this jump from words on a page to movement on a screen. At the moment I feel like I’m broken.

Broken is temporary. I’m a seed. A tiny seed with a huge vision of an oak tree. It’s my vision and the support of my partner that I know I won’t stay a seed, moments are temporary. At the moment I’m submerged in doubt and soil, getting ready to grow I know one thing to be true. I would rather of tried and failed than stayed a seed in a closed packet of potential.

Are you sitting in your comfortable packet? Perhaps it’s time to break the seal on your next goal?

*feel free to message me any tips or advice on our new adventure, your support would mean the world.

Little girls with dreams…

How can this quote be from ‘Anon’ it’s too amazing to not have a owner, like a shiny new coat abandoned on the school peg the day before the school holidays.

Dreaming comes easy to me, as a child I remember thinking I could fly, certain that much like Toy Story my dolls sprang to life as soon as I closed the bedroom door and that one day I to would be become a mermaid. 

My imagination has been busy since forever, I knew I’d be a teacher – I decided when I was around four years old after lining my teddy bears in regimented order and taking complex registers with giant ticks and crayons. 

I knew I’d marry; if Barbie can, so can I. I knew I’d have children and live in a big house (now working on it being bigger and convincing the boys a pink plastic mansion is the way forward)…from experience it’s true, I am now a woman of vision. 

Vision occupies my day to day mind, I’m always looking for improvement in all I do, climbing the ladder of career (insanity?), growing whatmyfridgesays to a level of greatness (in my own perception and not statistics someone else thinks it’s ‘worthy’), raising my son in a way that hopefully means he is a happy and fruitful human…vision is working productively, enjoying all life has to offer, vision is seeing new cultures and finding better ways of completing simple tasks…vision is seeing what others can’t.

A great way to do this is using Pinterest, I have a secret board of my visions…the dream house, aspirational quotes (obviously), the perfect body and places I will one day visit. I enjoyed putting it together – like shopping for that perfect outfit without the financial burden. My next step is to print the images off and transfer it to a collage in a frame that can enhance my vision and bring it closer everyday. Why not do one yourself?

So to my female readers I ask you to clean your lenses this week and make time to think about the reality you want for tomorrow. To read to your children, that’s where imagination and vision begin, as tiny words in bright illustrated pages of wonder (this was something Einstein encouraged)…and watch out because #thisgirlcan 

Dream big x