“A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”
Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.
She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”
She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.”
Remember to put the glass down.”
I saw this story on Facebook and thought just how apt it could be to all walks of life and all people. I have thought along similar lines for years now. People say I am pretty laid back. No, I just don’t worry about too much. Life is too short. Even if you live to 100 years old and beyond, I believe you still don’t get to do everything you want to.
Interesting discussion between my good lady and myself recently. She ups and says “What are we going to do when you retire?” I asked what she meant, and she said “Wouldn’t it be good to sell up, buy a RV and tour Britain. There is so much we haven’t seen and it would be a real chance for you and me time.”
Little back story, Lee, our amputee son, has been living with us for about 7 years now. Obviously we care a lot about him, but he’s 28, got a car, actually can look after himself, but chooses not to as Dawn just about waits on him hand and foot. He is prone to times of quite deep depression when anything you say just gets a grunt or one word response. The poor guy has had his share of bad luck. Apart from the leg loss he has other health problems going on and I am sure it must bring him down. The problem is he tends to bring Dawn down too. Unfortunately she doesn’t cope with it as well as I do. I just let him get on with it and he’ll get himself out of eventually. She just worries about him a lot. I’ve always said, if she didn’t have anything to worry about, she’d worry!
Anyway, back to the main tale. If I can arrange my pensions in the right way, I am hoping to actually retire when I am 60 in a couple of years. I believe I’ll still be young enough to have some fun before I get too old to enjoy it! I like Dawn’s idea quite a lot, but I am also aware that I do like the security of “bricks and mortar” around me. This is kinda worrying cos I have always been the one keen to travel!!. I can actually see us going ahead with this. I have looked on YouTube and there are people who have made a life travelling in an RV, so it’s not exactly a ground-breaking expedition. I guess we’ll just have to see if we can make it happen. I know ALL the kids will think we’ve finally lost our marbles! LOL
Had a little scare with Harley, our Collie, this week. Took both the dogs for their 6 month check up. Discussed how he seems to be drinking a lot just recently. Vet suggested blood tests to see if anything was amiss. Then we were told to obtain a urine specimen (thank goodness I still have some gloves from my community nursing days!). Bloods and urine showed he wasn’t diabetic , which was our main worry, but it did show a raised phosphate level so we had to have another blood test that they did in-house and it came back on the high side of normal, as a lot of the other bloods were. Diagnosis is he’s just ageing! He is just over 9, which is a good age for a collie. Our last one was 10 when we lost her. He still runs round like a 9-month old pup though! So we’re just keeping our eye on him. Dread to think of losing him, especially as Honey has also become so attached to him. She is a real sensitive soul and is very quiet when he is taken to the vet away from her!
We had a Team Meeting last monday/tuesday at a hotel in Old Windsor, about 120 miles away. Normally, when we have events about 2.5 -3 hours drive away we can get put up in a hotel the night before. This is for the simple reason that the traffic in the mornings down south is horrific. The route I had to take included the M1 and M25 and anyone who knows British roads knows they are hugs car parks in the morning. For some reason I got missed off the list for the pre-meeting overnighter this time. So, seeing as it was forecast good weather, I decided to go on my bike. I have a company car, but I know it would have taken me nearly 5 hours to do the journey because of all the hold-ups unless I left at stupid o’clock in the morning which I wasn’t prepared to do. Using the bike it took me a little over 2 hours. Now I was pleased as punch over this. A) Because I got there in plenty of time and breezed through the traffic, and B) because it’s the first time I’ve done such a long journey on a bike for over 5 years! I was so glad I had my new seat in situ. It was mega-comfy. Can’t wait to go to Germany in September now!
When I got there my boss just said, “Have you come on Your bike?” Me: “Yes”, Her ” Good for you!” LOL, result!
Ok folks , enough waffle from me. You’ll probably get a survey (or 2) next!
Take Care All,
Hugz
RNBiker
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