Chickies guide to dealing with life's detours.
Let me tell you a little story about dealing with life’s detours lovely chickies, and what to do when life doesn’t turn out exactly as you’ve planned.
Today I started packing.
For a long time, but especially over the last 12 months, I have been working towards making a big move at the start of 2015.
And work I did. Give this chick a goal that makes her heart sing and by god she’s on it. All year I’ve been head down, bum up ticking boxes and crossing off to do lists left, right and centre.
Those little ducks were quacking away in a perfect little row… or so I thought.
And then BAM!
Well hello there Mr Roadbump!
You see thing is lovely chickies, this plan had more than just me in it. I certainly didn’t plan to be doing it all on my own; and now come January (right at the bloody finish line), I have realized that I have been, and (at least for now) I am.
VERY funny universe!
Cheers for that spectacular maneuver …
As far as I can see, it would seem that right now I have 2 choices:
1. Fall in a heap on the floor
(Pros: It’s very relaxing down there, especially if I bring a bottle of wine and a bag of chips with me.
Cons: When I get up, the same reality will still be there, smiling smugly at me dammit. Plus in addition to being miserable, I will have seen up close and personal exactly how dirty my floor is and know without a doubt that I am a disgraceful housecleaner).
2. Learn the lessons and keep moving forward.
(this option comes with the attractive advantage of avoiding the shameful knowledge that my floor is filthy)
Can you guess which one I’ll be choosing?
Gold star for you if you went with Option 2 (that rhymes… lol)
You know what?
Here’s the thing,
Sometimes things just don’t turn out how you pictured that they would.
Call me Pollyanna, but I imagined that after all this time and preparation, these last couple of months (even the packing part) would be an exciting time full of love, laughter, joy and celebration.
Instead, I’ve found myself hanging out more in the alone and overwhelmed department of life than anywhere else. (and trust me NOTHING is ‘On Sale’ here!)
In hindsight, I was so busy doing all of the things I needed to do to get this happening, that I didn’t notice that I was the only one doing the planning, the packing, the reorganizing of my life. The investing.
Not the end of the world. (and very much a first world problem I know)
So this morning, I have taken some time to sit with what I’m feeling and ask myself some questions. (it’s ok, I’m not going to bore you with the extended answers)
I asked myself
What do I know for sure?
That I want to keep building and living a life I love.
Doing work that I love, and filling as many hours/moments/days as I can with love, laughter, fresh air, sunshine and adventure.
I want to keep learning and growing and to be the best possible mother and role model for by girls that I can be.
Do I have a million gazillion things to be grateful for?
– ummm Shit yes!
What CAN I control?
- Let’s get that shit done!
What CAN”T I control?
– Let’s let that shit go!
Am I ready for fear to pop in and say Hi?
Of course! When she does I will take her presence as a sign that I am on the right path, that I am doing exactly what I need to do to keep growing and learning and living a magnificent life.
I can hear fear’s whiny, bitchy voice already…
What if you haven’t got what it takes?
How dare you dream so big!
It’s not possible to live life this way, you’re fooling yourself.
A chick with cellulite can’t expect to be happy anyway (she really says this…cow!)
I will listen, then smile lovingly and say:
Hello fear, nice to see you again,
Thanks SO much for your input, but I’m doing this. So kindly fuck off because I’ve got stuff to get done.
And the last, very important question,
What do I need to do right now to start to get some action happening?
(aherm, that would be to stop feeling sorry for myself, get my arse to the shed and GET PACKING!)
I choose to see this as a magnificent detour, with so much potential.
Sometimes life turns out even more sparkly than you ever could have imagined or dreamed was possible… why should I get in its way?
So in the coming weeks, I’ll be letting go of what is out of my control and let it be what it will be. And I will be taking a little gypsy chickie detour.
It’s still a great big shiny adventure, just wearing a different dress to the one I imagined I would be wearing.
I am going to trust that whoever wants to come along with me will come.
I am going to trust that I will end up exactly where I am meant to be.
My job right now is to not get in the way of the magic, but to keep on doing the things that are within my control to get done, in order for it to all fall into place.
So that the path is clear.
So cheers to a chickie gypsy road trip… pretty bloody lucky that I worked out how to work from my laptop isn’t it?
Now someone pass me a rubbish bag… it’s time to get moving!
Once I get this crappy packing done, 2015 is going to r-o-c-k!!!!
Feel like sharing lovely chickies? Have you ever taken a detour that turned out to be the biggest adventure of your life?
I’m sure that we would all love to hear about it… especially me! xx