100 days of Wonder – #25
I used my random day off to run at Bolton Abbey this morning and running is a great time to reflect. I never know where my brain will go but today it took me to something I overheard on the train a week or so ago (I have no idea what the actual conversation was about because it was a phone call and I only had one side of it). First the classic ‘Well everything happens for a reason’ which was quickly followed by ‘yeah but what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right’ and then a little while into the conversation came my favourite ‘But all the things that have happened to you, they make you who you are, you wouldn’t be where you are now without all that’.
I have had a few comments on the picture for this post and others from the 2019 Disney trip. Apparently I look good and I look happy. I suspect the ‘good’ actually means ‘thinner than at almost any other point in your life’ but that’s a whole separate post. Anyway, when I look at the picture I definitely remember happy in that moment. I also remember the feeling of being marathon fit (I miss that). However, there is also real deep tiredness, there’s depression, there’s sky high anxiety, there’s doubt about work and next steps although it’s over 2 years before I eventually did make a move. So as I was running today, I was thinking about everything that led up to me in this photo and everything that has happened since and found myself furious at the sentiments I had overheard and actually have also been guilty of thinking if not actually saying. Everything happens for a reason? Fuck no. Even if we ignore current global horrors and just think about this in a really selfish ‘Jess’ little world’ way, I refuse to believe that the bad things that have happened to loved ones have a reason – in the sense that they lead to something more positive or meaningful in the future. They’re just bad things that happened to good people. As for what hasn’t killed me… well has it made me stronger. Doubt it. To be where I am in the photo and where I am now, happy in so many moments of my life, I must have been incredibly strong already. The career littered with toxic people and grade A narcissists didn’t make me stronger. I came through it because I was already strong. Those things made me more anxious, more cautious, more independent, more reluctant to ask for help and less trusting. They did not make me stronger. As for the ‘but they make you who you are and you wouldn’t be where you are now’… see previous sentence, we have a more anxious, cautious and suspicious me – that’s not a good thing. And yes, of course all of the things in my life make me who I am and without some of the experiences I wouldn’t be where I am now. To be clear, I like where I am now BUT it would have been lovely to, over the last say 12 years or so, not experience being off sick for months because I couldn’t actually get out of bed, not experience complete burnout and brain shutting down, not deal with almost daily micro aggressions and gaslighting. Think of all the joy and wonder that toxic workplaces can suck out of everything. So next time one of those meaningless platitudes pops into your head – whether you’re about to say it to someone else or to yourself, Stop. They’re just gaslighting. Being happy now doesn’t make past trauma ok. Being happy at some unspecified point in the future, doesn’t make something happening now worthwhile or ok. We can do better than that. As for the happy, good looking lass in the picture – I’m proud of her. She’s awesome.
100 Days of Wonder – #23
So today’s post nearly didn’t happen because I have been so busy with work stuff and with dealing with getting rid of useless Estate Agents and finding not useless Estate Agents to sell the Birmingham flat and the emotional stuff that comes with selling the flat and with being too busy at work and with feeling like I am not doing anything well. I am not doing my best work in any area of the job, I am not on top of life admin, my marathon training has gone to hell, sleep is disrupted and I suspect I’m pretty vile to be around at the moment. It’ll pass. In the scheme of things everything is fine but right now it feels like the picture, pretty as it is, is happening in my head – lots going on at once with colours, shapes and noise and right now, I’d much rather it just be quiet. Even for a Disney addict like me, sometimes it overloads the senses so maybe my next post can be about the Disney places that I go to when that overwhelm hits. For now though, it’s time to do at least a bit of strength work and stretching before bed.
100 Days of Wonder – #22
Ah Pluto! The first time I went to Disney World it took me a minute to suspend reality enough to do the whole character thing. Now I look forward to the silliness of the interaction. But silliness isn’t really what this post is about. The first time I went, characters like Pluto and even Mickey Mouse didn’t really mean anything to me. I didn’t watch cartoons as a kid, not that I remember anyway and I definitely couldn’t have told you the difference between Goofy and Pluto or Chip and Dale and Donald Duck has nephews? Anyway, over the last 20 years I have watched a lot of the old shorts as well as Disney Classics like Snow White (but not Bambi, I saw Bambi at the cinema when I was little and I’m still traumatised) and somehow that has set everything else Disney in context. I didn’t know I wanted or needed context but knowing the old stuff has made me enjoy the new(er) stuff more. It has also made me think about going back to the foundations or basics in so many things: Running, yoga, work. Knowing and understanding the foundations means we can build from them, we can critique and challenge them and we can learn from them. Sometimes we need to go back to the foundations or starting points to correct our course or to go on a new adventure. Maybe the Disney classics, the seminal works in any given discipline, the Couch to 5k programme or simple sun salutations are a different kind of base camp to the one made up of the familiar that I mentioned before, but one that is just as important. (And in case you are wondering, Chip has a black nose and Dale has a red nose)
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