What Kind Of Friend Am I?

On Friday, we said goodbye to a colleague who was leaving the school after 10 years.

It was an emotional time, as the teacher she worked with had a really close link with her.

There were genuine tears, she felt like some part of her was being wrenched away. They are good friends, and will see each other outside of school anyway, but still, not having that special person at your workplace can be hard.

It got me thinking, though.

Whenever I leave, will there be anyone that sad, that devastated, that I am gone?

I have many acquaintances at school and have done so in other jobs. I have always had good relationships with most of my colleagues, but on leaving, I don’t think I have ever left a Ritu-sized hole, that is impossible to fill.

And even in life in general, I think I have been one of those easily forgettable people.

I spent 15 years at the same school, and there were three of us who went through the whole of school together. Along the way, I made many friends, and it was great. But I never had that ‘best’ friend.

Lil Princess was devastated this week that her best friend left school to move far away. She was in tears on Thursday, and Friday, and asked me if my best friend had ever left me… In that moment, I realised that at her age, and all through school, I actually didn’t have a best friend.

Life was such that we were busy with family functions, and the weekends were full of events. After school, play dates were hard as we lived a little out of the way from the others. Sure I went to parties and had them too. But I never developed that relationship with anyone that stuck.

We are all Facebook friends, and it is great to share news, pictures and stories, but it’s more as acquaintances, not real friends.

Of course, this changed at university when I met who would become my real best friend. Buzz and I (We were known as Woody and Buzz from ToyStory!) have known each other for nearly 25 years now and we know everything about each other. I am gutted that we don’t live closer, but we have that relationship that even if we don’t talk for a while, it’s like we had never stopped.

I knew a lot of people at university. I was very sociable. The life and soul of many parties. Yet when we all finished, it was Buzz that kept in touch with everyone, being closer to them. I still saw some once in a while but not as often as I would have liked.

Getting married made it harder. I had to conform to the norm of an Indian daughter in law to some extent, and that meant not so many trips away, or out in the evenings. There were always family commitments too.

Now, my circle of (real) friends is so small. There are a couple of mums from school and my Buzz. A few members of my family who are my age are also there in that category too.

Looking back, it makes me wonder… am I a good friend? A fairweather friend? A superficial friend?  I am not selfish. I don’t drop my problems on people all the time. I try to be there at good and bad times. I remember birthdays (most of the time!). I am always available for hugs.

I try so hard to be a good, if not great, friend. I know I have forged some really special relationships via this blog too. But would I be missed, if I was to disappear? it makes me quite lonely to think about this all.

Thinking back to Friday, I messaged my colleague who was so upset. She was so thankful that I checked up on her. And she wrote something so special to me, that she appreciated me so much, and looked up to me too. We are going to be working more closely together next term too so hopefully, our bond will grow.

Sorry for the ramble, I was feeling rather contemplative….

Dearly Departed…

I woke this morning to the news that Debbie Reynolds had passed away, 2 short days after hearing of her daughter Carrie Fisher had left us. Preceding her demise, we had been shocked to the core by the news of George Michael…

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And the list is long this year, of famous names who have forever said goodbye to the word, sung their last song, acted their last scene, rewritten their last book, played their last game, etc…

Prince, David Bowie, Gene Wilder, Harper Lee, oh man, I can’t even write how many names have been heard this year, included in obituaries…

It’s been horrifying hearing of all these well-known names passing away.

But what of the average person too? There have been deaths, every day, as there always haws been, and always will be, in our personal lives.

I hear it, and I say it myself a lot, “2016, do one now. I can’t take hearing any more of this news, another celebrity, gone.” But we don’t appear to be thinking of normal lives, just those well-publicised deaths.

I remember, as a child, there was another year, like this, but for us, it was a personal reason that we wanted the year to be done. It seemed that every month, we heard of a family member passing away, from old age, or through a road accident, and it was horrible. Of course, these people passing, who we knew and loved, were going to elicit a reaction of devastation.

But why the same reaction for all these celebrities?

Sure, we know of them, but there is no real link, is there?

Here’s where I beg to differ. For many of us, these names formed part of a framework of our own history. They were the soundtrack of our lives.

From the music we listened to, the books we read, and the movies or shows we watched, to the political decision that may have coloured our lives one way or another, these names meant something in an innately different way.

I am no super fan of anyone really, but on the evening of Christmas Day, when a news update pinged on my phone, informing me of the untimely demise of George Michael, I was shell-shocked, speechless, and quite frankly, devastated.

I used to have Wham! posters on my wall as a teen. Admittedly, it was Andrew Ridgely who I lusted after, but George, well, he was truly part of the soundtrack of my youth.

Gene Wilder – Well, his films had my brother and me in stitches many a time. Wilder’s portrayal of Willy Wonka was something that we will never forget.

Carrie Fisher, Princess Leia, will live forever in our hearts. One of the first true advocates of Girl Power!

I could let this list go on and on…

Suffice to say, this year has had many ups and downs, and it will probably be remembered for many of the downs relating to the loss of a famous figure, alongside the shock Brexit vote, the whole US presidency voting, and the number of devastating terrorist attacks.

I am definitely ready to say goodbye to this year… I know there will be celebrity losses next year, but here’s hoping that the volume of them are not in the same capacity as this year. This year, we lost Gold….

 

 

Happy Weight

Happy!

Happy!

A while back I posted about not dieting, and how I was happy with how I look, and feel.

It is still true, but I still find myself stepping on those scales regularly, and wondering if things are ok.

Am I ok?

Do I look ok?

Am I healthy?

Should I try to lose weight, just a little, again?

But then I think, actually, I am happy right now.

Last April, when I stepped on the scales it had hit 11 stone.  The last time I was that weight, I was pregnant with a child. This was not good.  So I embarked on a diet regime.  I followed the Juice Plus+ diet, detox, for 2 weeks then the replacement shakes/meals combo, along with exercise.  I did well. I lost over a stone, got to 9 and a half stone in fact, and I did feel good! At the wedding we had last summer, everyone commented on how well I looked, and it felt wonderful!

But was it manageable to sustain?  I tried, but it slowly crept back on, just a little, to just under, on or just over 10 stone.  And I am not exercising like before, I don’t have the energy to be honest, but, you know what, I feel good!  I am eating sensibly, but still have my naughty moments. I’m not a big drinker so those empty calories are not a problem for me.  Yes, there is the fact that I have lost the lovely toned belly which I managed to acquire, but let’s be honest, I am not a 100 sit up a day girl, and I like my food too much!

So, without being  hungry, and still looing reasonable, I have decided that my ‘happy weight’ is around 10 stone.

And though I should be careful too, I will embrace my mummy tummy!

(I’m sure once the mornings lighten up, I will try a bit of exercise, but not like last year!)

My interactive peeps!

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