The crisis from last week continued into this week, and is still ongoing. Sometimes life throws crap at us and we can’t just deal with it there and then. It’s a good job I’m a stubborn Taurean who digs her heels in when life gets tough.
I made a decision, completely unrelated to the crisis, a couple of days ago. It is something of a personal nature and something that has been rattling around my head for a while. But wow, what a huge difference that has made to my life. Decision making can release a lot of pent up emotions that you sometimes don’t know you’re holding in.
As the weekend draws to a close I’ll leave you with a song that always surfaces in my life when the weather is hot – and it’s finally turned hot up north too.
There is so much truth in this quote. Any situation or person that is stagnant in your life, just let go of.
While the world still basks in the romantic glow of love that the Royal Wedding evoked a couple of days ago, I’m reminded of my own wedding and how I often wish things had been different. My eldest daughter is also getting married soon and she has planned everything with her fiance, a far cry from what her own parents did.
When I got married I didn’t have the emotional strength to partake in the planning. I was still very much recovering from the brutal attack on me and I just had no energy to put into wedding planning. I let my own mother plan just about everything. I knew I wanted my dress made, not bought. I actually wanted to get a black dress and just be done with it, but as we had opted for a church wedding I really don’t think it would have been appropriate.
I often wonder what I would have chosen had I not been so broken. Looking back I think I would still have opted for the church, this was twenty-eight years ago – twenty-nine when it was being planned – the registry office was in a dilapidated state and I still think I wouldn’t have wanted to have my wedding there.
If I was planning a wedding now I would be looking at somewhere out in nature. In fact, I would actually get handfasted – I’d probably have a legal ceremony first, but the actual wedding would be a handfasting – a pagan style commitment ceremony.
Having said all of that, I can still remember my wedding day and it was a wonderful day; filled with love, laughter, and happiness.
My week started off very much business as usual. I am quietly working behind the scenes on many things and trying to pull all of the strings together. Some things are working well, others are just giving me a headache.
I have settled into a new way of working, albeit on a part-time basis, and that is working very well for me. I have blogged in the past about how family commitments have often got in the way of my work and how I never take my own advice with regards to this. Fast forward to where we are now and I have been forced to make these changes, all’s well that ends well, so to speak.
During the early part of my week, I now get all of the business taken care of, that leaves the latter half of the week available for the demands upon my time. It also meant that this week I was able to go to my Granddaughter’s first sports day. She did really well. She has been saddled with the same debilitating joint condition me and my daughter have, she will be five in just over a week so it’s really hit her at an early age.
My weekends are always spent with my granddaughter, she has been sleeping over since she was a couple of months old so this is the norm for me. We had no plans to do much this weekend, there was a bit of a crisis within the family so I never actually saw any footage of the Royal Wedding.
I am still not sure I would have watched the ceremony, I am certainly no royalist, I can take the royal family or leave them. That said, I have a healthy respect for the Queen and Princes William and Harry, so maybe if I had been around I may have succumbed to the hype that was everywhere.
I had hoped to have a little celebration on the football front, but under the circumstances, I will just quickly move on from that subject!!
This weekend has highlighted friendships for me. Those who are excellent at doing what you need of them, and vice versa, those who promise the earth but deliver absolutely nothing, and those who are no longer in your life for whatever reason.
The weekend has been a rollercoaster ride of all three types and it has left me with a very horrible feeling. The first, those who are excellent at doing what you need and vice versa; they are the friends you can call upon (and they of you) when life has just knocked you for six. You pour your heart out to them and they know exactly what you need and they do it without even having to be asked. The second, those who promise the earth but deliver absolutely nothing, well, I have somehow ended up in this position yet again and am trying to work out how I got here. The broken promises are all around me and I am left to look like a complete and utter fool once again.
Why do I never learn?
The last, those who are no longer in your life for whatever reason, the second category has left me reflecting on this category and I am faced with a difficult choice; do I walk away with my dignity intact, but in the process burning all of my bridges where this particular situation is concerned, or do I just keep going and let everything play out? I certainly haven’t got all of the facts that I would like to have.
Life often throws these challenges onto our paths, we have to choose whether or not we are going to sink or swim. I have always chosen to swim and I guess it’s no different now, I will keep moving forward no matter what. I may not like where I am at in regards to this matter but I am not going to let it beat me.
In all of the chaos the latter half of my week brought I did get to spend some time in nature. I’ll leave you with some of the photographs I took:
I have noticed a distinct lack of manners on some of the social media platforms. Maybe I’m showing my age. Maybe it doesn’t really matter. Maybe it isn’t any of my business at all. I just feel some people are ungrateful and lacking in manners when I see posts online and the poster hasn’t thanked the people who have said something kind to them. Or even worse, they select their “besties” and thank them, leaving everyone else out.
As always I have trawled through posts trying to find a pattern and what I have discovered is certainly unexpected. The majority of people my age and older are thankful. The younger generation is also thankful, and I am ashamed to say I expected most of them to be ignoring their well-wishers.
How wrong I am!
The majority of posters who either do not thank well-wishers or are very selective about who they thank are in the thirty-something age group. If you are this age and this does not apply to you then I salute you for being well-mannered too.
As always there are exceptions to the rule and there are ill-mannered people in all age groups, but the majority of thirty-somethings I see are not being thankful. Shock, gasp, horror. OK, OK, it isn’t the end of the world. Nor is it relevant really. It’s just an observation I have made.
I’ve been resisting writing this blog post for many months now, but the time has come and it has forced itself out. What is wrong with the world when we think we have a right to dictate what sort of profile picture a person has on their social media accounts?
Someone my daughter knows had a rant about this back in January, claiming any of us that use the snapchat filters to enhance our photos in any way are misleading people. When she wrote that I sat and pondered it for a good while and the more I pondered it the more I wondered why she even cared.
Part of her argument was that woman were misleading men when it came to posting profile pictures of themselves on to dating sites. Yes, she has a point there. What is the point of posting a pic of yourself looking like a sensational hottie when in reality you look nothing like that?
That isn’t to say you are ugly. That isn’t my point, I’m sure you’re not. If we constantly mislead people into believing we look like a supermodel then we are lying not only to them but most importantly to ourselves. I get what my daughter’s friend was trying to say in regards to dating site profile pics, but for those of us who upload filtered pics of ourselves on our social media sites, who are we really hurting?
I’m all for being myself, but I love using the filters from snapchat to enhance my pics, not because I am unhappy with how I look, but because I think it’s fun. The majority of people on my Facebook have met me or at least seen a real life photo of me so they know what my true image looks like. I don’t pretend that I am really the airbrushed portrait – besides, most of the pics I use have teddy bear ears or the like, clearly I do not have them!
There are plenty of real-life photos of me on my social media accounts that show my true self and I am happy enough with this. There are also plenty of photos of me with filtered extras, such as cute teddy bear ears, and I am happy enough with that too.
To accuse someone of being fake just because they have used a filtered photo of themselves is just silly. Plenty of people upload photos of their kids, pets, cars, flowers and so on and nobody accuses them of pretending to be any of that. So why do we get all het up over filtered pics?
Does this mean my daughter’s friend is unhappy with her own looks, or jealous of other women? I don’t think it does. I think she had been having this very discussion with her boyfriend and he had given his opinion and she had used it as an excuse to have a sly pop at some people she knew who were using filtered pics of themselves.
It’s a very similar argument to the whole women wearing make-up debate. Why does it even matter? It shouldn’t matter. Sure, there’ll be a handful of men piping up about make-up wearing women, but generally, it is other women picking fault with how a woman looks.
It shouldn’t matter how a person looks, what should matter is their conduct. The manner in which they treat people and act themselves is far more worthy of consideration, not whether they have make-up on or not. Or whether they use a regular photo of themselves or not on social media.
Some parts of society seem to care more about how a person looks than how they behave. Quite frankly if a two-headed man approached me at a party wanting a chinwag I would see no issue with him. If a regular looking guy approaches me at a party and acts like a complete jerk then he’s going to be sent packing.
Looks are superficial. Behaviour and conduct is everything. If you look like Brad Pitt but act like a jerk I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with you. Looking drop-dead gorgeous is meaningless if you are ugly on the inside.
Beltane is here once more. I love this festival the most, the feelings it evokes inside of me, the rituals, the abundance of flowers…..oh, and my birthday falls very near to this festival too adding an extra layer of sparkle to my celebrations.
What is Beltane?
Beltane is a fire festival. It marks the beginning of summer – although we are led to believe that the beginning of summer is actually around June 21st – 23rd, this is in fact midsummer. Way, way back in time we celebrated the beginning of summer at this time of year in the northern hemisphere. Cattle were driven out to the pastures by walking by the Beltane fire. The tribespeople also walked by or around the Beltane fire too as the flames, smoke, and ashes were believed to have protective qualities.
Maypoles are erected at this time too. The significance of maypoles has been lost through time, but many speculate that they are remnants of the old Gaelic may bushes or trees that became outlawed. Others speculate that the maypole is a phallic symbol and this seems to be quite a popular belief. Beltane is steeped in myth and lore and it is believed that this festival is dedicated to fertility rites.
There are so many myths and legends associated with any of the festivals so it is impossible to tell what is true. What I have found is that we can celebrate these festivals by looking at our surroundings, seeing what is going on in the natural world around us. Indeed, at this time of year life is springing forth all around us and it’s easy to see why our ancestors believed that this was a potent time to perform any kind of fertility rite.
I love the stories about courting couples who would go into the woods on Beltane Eve (April 30th) to bring in the may. Spending the night together in the woods sounds like a fabulous way to start your celebrations off, although the reality of that here up north makes me cold just thinking about it. But this sort of activity was an integral part of the Beltane celebrations with maidens going off to gather flowers to decorate the may tree and their homes. Their suitors would follow them out into the woods to woo them.
Whatever you believe, I hope you have a wonderful Beltane and that your life is filled with love and joy.