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Whinging was forbidden in our house.  Maybe I’m overstating a bit.   It was frowned upon…doesn’t that sound a little better?  But just in case my sister’s reading this and squeals on me,  I confess my exaggeration;  it was merely discouraged. So there wasn’t a lot of point in whining, but hey it was always worth a try, you never knew your luck, you might just get what you wanted. And try I did.  Imagine this, in the whiniest voice possible… I can’t do it.  She’s being mean to me.  But he did it first.  It’s their fault. But I want to….. It wasn’t until years later that I understood the no whingeing rule. It wasn’t because whining kids can be a pain in the derriere, although I’ve discovered for myself that its true.  It wasn’t because whining kids are such a emotional drain…even though they can be, it was because…

My conversations with my grandma would sometimes take a funny turn: “Where are you going?” “What do you mean?” “Where are you going?” “I’m not going anywhere, I’m sitting right here.” “I mean where are you going in your head.” “Nowhere.” “Aah, that’s the problem.  If you wandered around in the world never knowing where you’re going, you’d never get anywhere.  And if you wander around in your head never knowing where you’re going you won’t get anywhere either.” I wasn’t always sure what my grandma was talking about.  But as I got older and a little bit wiser, I began to get it. If we don’t have an aim from which to think each and every day, our mind just wanders along its old, usual tracks, bringing old, usual experiences.  Unless and until we direct our thoughts into areas that are positive and productive then they just run around…

I was sharing a joke with a young assistant in Target,  one of my very, very favourite places to shop, especially for kids jim-jams (pyjamas to you dear readers).  And he asked me how I stayed so cheerful. Did I have a secret I’d share with him? I answered his questions as best I could, but driving home I thought about how I could have done a better job.  I’m not usually tongue-tied and My Darling One will attest to the fact that I have plenty to say, most of the time.  No, what he’d probably tell you is that I have plenty to say all of the time, but this conversation was unexpected and I was caught flat-footed.  However, I digress. So I began to ponder on what I wished someone had told me when I was a fresh-faced, eager, much younger me.  So, whilst unpacking the umpteenth box…

Yesterday it was all too much.  Too much to do, not enough time, too much noise, not enough peace and quiet, too much laundry and house repairs,  or…you name it, there was just too much of it.  Too many distractions in a very busy day. So I tried my usual trick of stopping the clock every 55 minutes, to take 5 minutes out of every hour and do something else, affirmations, meditation, have a nice cuppa tea, whatever works.  I find it stops that sense of overwhelm.  I’m sending a message to my brain that I have all the time or peace and quiet in the world.  The interesting thing is that my brain believes me. This sums up perfectly what it felt like.  Ring any bells for you? Kudos to Learning Fundamentals for this great mindmap on beating distractions, based on Leo Babauta’s e-book. Encourage one another. Love Elle.…

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