It’s July already? You’re kidding!
That means I’ve just had another birthday and should be another year wiser and closer to realizing what I want to be when I grow up.
At the moment I’m a teacher, a writer, a reader, a thinker, a walker, a doodler and a dreamer. I’m trying to be a poet too.
In the past I’ve been a mother, a juggler, a dog-owner and a worrier. But now my boys have turned into men, I still juggle in the privacy of my own home, I don’t own a dog anymore ( that’s a sad story) and I’m not quite as much of a worrier as I used to be.
I saw a post on the internet a while back and it said, “Worry is a misuse of the imagination.”
Imagination can be a bit of a wild thing to control at the best of times and worrying can get quite out of hand. What I have been trying to do lately is that when I find myself starting to worry I redirect that imaginative energy by putting different characters into my worries and finding out what they’d do.
Worried about not getting some work finished on time?
Imagine what a Time Lord like Doctor Who would do. Maybe he’d zap in and out of the time frame in his TARDIS and get a bit done very now and then, between battling cybermen and daleks, until it was all done
Worried about having to meet a whole new bunch of people?
Just imagine that it’s a princess who is meeting them, she would smile and listen with her head to one side and everyone would be charmed by her grace and beauty.
Worried about writing a blog for kids you don’t know?
Just assume the cloak of someone with great wisdom and dispense wise words, stand back and watch as they nod and bow to your greatness and humility. Oh, and invite questions because that way ideas for the next blog will be sparked and you won’t have to keep digging deep to excavate wise gems.
Please send questions. 🙂
And by the way, I had a lovely birthday complete with flowers, books and a carrot cake that was filled with walnuts, just the way they should be. I’m thinking that I should supply Zac with a more up-to-date photo!
Take good care of yourselves,