#SoCS Mar. 18/17 – Man

Linda’s SoCS prompt this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “man.” Use it as a word by itself or find a word with “man” in it. Have fun!

Man, what a week! I actually am proud that I managed to get through my first week back at school after the accident, and still feel relatively human at the end! The senior management team were supportive, all my colleagues were great too!

And I managed to maintain my weight loss this week too! And my man got me my new car!

A lovely week for this woman!

 

 

#SoCS Mar. 11/17 – Short

Linda’s SoCS prompt this week:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “short.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

My fuse was way too short yesterday.

Considering I have been at home for 2 weeks, I should be pretty relaxed, shouldn’t I?

And given the fact that my Hubby Dearest was picking up my new car too, that should have injected an airy and light bounce in my step, shouldn’t it?

But no, I ended up with a headache that threatened me from 3 pm, and it just grew and grew. I tried to fight it, but it was beating me, And it meant that I was in no frame of mind to deal with kids and their moodiness.

Everything Lil Man did was designed to frustrate, and usually, I can deal with it, but today, I just found myself taking the bait, and getting angry.

Hubby arrived with the car and we went for a spin, which was great, but Lil Man was just doing silly things, winding his sister up and all sorts, which got me even more agitated!

Still, no matter about my short fuse, lit by a short guy. My anger only lasts a short while!

I got a new car, yay!!!!!

#SoCS Mar. 4/17 – Project

Linda’s #SoCS prompt for this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “project.” Use it as a verb, a noun, or both. Have fun!

I think after the incident that happened to me last week give me a fair reason to be scared. A decent reason to feel like I shouldn’t do certain stuff again. A valid point made that cars can be dangerous.

But do I allow an isolated incident to colour my future?

After all, I am lucky enough to be here after the accident. Fortunate to be walking around and to still have a vehicle at my disposal.

Do I feel scared? Nervous? Panicky?

Yes.

Will I let these feelings dictate how I live my life?

No.

Yes, I do have fears. Flash backs occur at the slightest trigger, like when the wind was blowing. The thought of the car veering off the road, possibly because of a gust of wind panicked me so much? Driving by the site of the accident was surreal. Getting behind the wheel could have been really tough.

But no. I am not going to allow my fears to dictate my life. And I am not going to project those fears onto my children.

I made a choice, after the collision with a motorway central reservation barrier, that I would get back behind the wheel. I chose to try and get over the scene that runs through my mind several times a day, of my car spinning round and round into the oncoming traffic, so that the children don’t ever feel worried when in the car with me.

I need them to understand that accidents do happen, even to the most careful drivers. As someone said to me “That’s why they’re called ‘accidents’. You don’t plan them. If they were planned they would be called ‘on purposes’.”

I want them to be the kind of people who are able to get back on the horse after falling off, without fear.

I hope that they don’t think of incidents like this as a failure of sorts, but instead an opportunity to do better next time. We are learning all the time, and this accident was a learning curve for me too.

I guess when you think of it like this, it is all about the fixed vs. growth mindset thinking. I could shut down, convinced I would be in many more accidents, so that’s it. No cars or driving for me. Or I treat it like a lesson, and get back into that driving seat, take it easy, and keep going with life as I was before, thinking positively.

You see the way I react to incidents that occur in my life, project a kind of standard of reaction onto those around me. If I want the kids to be strong, resilient people, I need to be that too.

But equally, I need to makes sure I don’t overdo things too quickly too. I may be Supermum in their eyes but I am no Superwoman really. I need recovery time, and they need to see that, so they understand there are also times in life when it;s okay to take a step back, recuperate, then get on with living.

As long as I stay positive, I think  I’ll project the right emotions, that will allow them to be able to handle situations like this in a positive manner too.

And there you have it… My Stream of Consciousness this morning, pure and unadulterated!

#SoCS Feb. 25/17 – How

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “how.” Start your post with the word “How.” Bonus points if you end with it too. Enjoy!

I am attending my dear cousin’s funeral today… The following #SoCS entry is for him.

How will we get through today
When goodbye is the word we have to say?
Why did you have to leave us so?
Who told you it was your time to go?
What should we feel, sorrow or gladness
That you suffered little, but left us with this madness?
Where will you go, some place peaceful now?
I guess that you’ll let us know, somehow

Ritu 2017

RIP Manjit Virji

Peace be with your beautiful soul 😢

#SoCS Feb. 11/17 – – So, Sew,Sow!

Linda’s SoCS prompt this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “so/sow/sew.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you’d like. Bonus points if you start and end with any of them. Enjoy!

So, let me tell you a little tale about what happened to me last week.

If you read one of my posts last weekend, you’ll know that I went to a very glamorous wedding. I love to get dressed up, and I am blessed with a Mother in Law who buys me beautiful outfits when she goes to India. This time, however, the outfit she bought, though lovely, wasn’t as ‘posh’ as I had hoped it would be, for a function of this nature.

I popped into the local Indian clothes shop, where there is a beautician too, to get my threading done (didn’t want to scare other guests with the monster caterpillars currently running loose across my forehead!). The couple who own this shop are family friends, and also have children who have been in classes I have taught, so I like to think we have a pretty good relationship. I always pop in there and spend time chatting to them (Chatting? Me? Never!) They also have a 2-year-old daughter who is likely to be my nursery student in a year or so.

There, I spotted a gorgeous outfit, Royal blue, with a fabric panel, it was different to the outfits I usually wore. It was also made for someone that was around 6ft tall, so needed some alterations.

It wasn’t too much sewing required, but I don’t have a sewing machine, or the skills, to transform clothes that way, so they happily got that sorted out for me, ready to pick up a couple of days later. £105 lighter, I walked away from the shop. £100 for the outfit and £5 for the threading.

The outfit looked absolutely fabulous! I felt like a princess on the day, with my long swishy dress!

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Partway through the extremely lavish reception at The Dorchester Hotel on Park Lane in London (see, told you I needed something posh to wear!), one of Hubby Dearest’s cousins pointed out a loose thread on the fabric panel of my dress. I tucked it away, covered the offending area with my scarf, and continued enjoying the party.

Around an hour later, I looked down and noticed another thread, on the other side, and saw that the fabric had actually started to fray at a seam! Eek! Not the best situation when you are at a party and your outfit threatens to fall apart! I rescued it with my scarf (again!) and hoped for the best.

Getting home, later on, I examined the outfit carefully, and it appeared that there was a fault in the fabric. It definitely wasn’t too tight on me, and I hadn’t caught it anywhere. But it was not wearable anymore.

I needed to take it back. But how was I going to ask for my money back at a shop where these people were acquaintances? It was almost embarrassing! What if they got funny with me? What if they refused, or said it was my fault? I was close to just swallowing the whole thing, then the thought of £100 wasted made me think again.

The other day I went in, almost apologetic, and showed them what had happened.

Thankfully they also agreed that the fit had never been the problem, in fact, it may have been loose on me (phew!) and that there was indeed a fault in the design… and offered to swap it for another outfit.

But I didn’t want or need another outfit. I wanted my £100 back. I was as polite as I could be, and they went and got the card machine to process the refund. As they faffed around (new machine, they apparently were unsure how to process it…) I waited patiently and played with their littlest daughter. Time wasn’t an issue for me. I wasn’t about to say “Oh don’t worry! Keep my £100, I have plenty!” because I don’t!

After around ten minutes, they managed to find all the things they needed to work out how to process the refund, and it was done with no hard feelings.

So I managed to get a beautiful outfit for a wedding, wear it, then end up returning it (legitimately!) without offending anyone, because I was a chatty, polite person!

See, you reap what you sow!

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