Life can in some ways resemble a metaphor & so here is my version of my story…
Over 6 months ago here is what I would do & have done since as long as I remember …
I carried around a HUGE backpack that weighed me down. As I went about my days I would collect jobs, tasks, places to be, dead lines & time constraints. They all got squashed or more so crammed in without a space, a break more so without a breath or a thought.
I stuffed this backpack full till it became bigger than myself. I got to the point that I struggled to be seen from under it – it was THAT big.. But with full determination I set off up the hill, blind, not stopping, not looking at the sights not even seeing the path itself. I just had my own energy driving me on, never stopping & yet still collecting & jamming things in.
I realised that nothing nice was in my bag! arghhhh!!! No nourishment. No encouraging words. No nice thoughts. Just harsh sharps words reminding myself of what needed to be done, time lines fast approaching. If something was done in time there was little joy or congratulations, no accolades to collect just the next time line reminder & time moved on FAST!!
My words were sharps, my tolerance low & yet my list continually grew!! I didnt realise it but I would even go as far as to say I was some what of a martyr..!!
Over time my awakening has begun. I realised the following changes needed to happen
- make the trips enjoyable & view the sights
- encouraging words help
- packing nourishing things helps balance the load
Nourishing things were things like
- picnics with the kids
- making a vegetable garden they could grow things in
- spending time at the camp fire in our back yard
- spending time laughing & giggling in our pool
These “fun” things werent crammed into the backpack I realised that these were kept safe in the picnic basket…. a basket of fun.
As I woke & began to see life as it was – so focused & with big blinkers on I found that these days I have learnt, well not completely learnt as life is continual but I recognised my path is some what different these days.
- I can see my path these days, its view, the lookouts it has & the colours along the way
- I infact choose which path I will head out on each time now
- They are now single journeys rather than an endless up hill pilgrimage
- I am more thoughtful with my packing
- I stop & rest along the way checking in on ME to see how I am going.
- I carry my Picnic Basket to make sure through the hard times that there are also great good times to remember in there
From today on I am going to spend time remembering about my Picnic Basket of Fun each day rather than getting worried, concerned & up tight about the backpack of stress I was carrying around.