I’m not your typical naval-gazing modern day philosopher, nor do I pretend to be so. I struggle with trying to do everything – work, friends, family, exercise, hobbies. I’m so busy trying to get better at all of it that I forget to stop and think; to take stock of my life.
I think that we’re all guilty of that – but sometimes we need to remember to be content, to truly live in the moment.
Yesterday, Mr ShoeThatAlwaysFits came home from a long day’s filming and told me how moved he’d been by a story that he’d heard on the radio. An old lady had written in to thank the presenter for keeping her company, she enjoyed his show and listened to the radio a lot since her husband had died a few years ago. She used the radio to keep her company, and listening to music that she’d listened to with her husband brought her comfort through her loneliness and seclusion.
This sparked a conversation that we should never either take our lives nor each other for granted. I realised that I am blessed on so many fronts, that I experience a deep and meaningful love and I have a rewarding and challenging career. We have enough money to live on and have a small amount of savings should something in our lives go awry. We have siblings, our parents and an extended family which have enriched our lives and who continue to stimulate us.
I am thankful for the life that I lead and the choices that have brought me here.
As I watch the news, read articles and features and see what is happening in the world outside of my own little bubble, I realise how lucky I am to be here. It all could have been so different. I am truly happy.
I sometimes use colour to define my mood, or even to improve it if I can.
Earlier this week I posted “Walking on sunshine” – my little yellow shoes exude happiness, I wore a matching yellow jacket to get the full happiness quota in. The reaction of those around me was surprising, even the concierge at work commented on how lovely they were. The one aspect of wearing bright colours is that you have to be feeling pretty brave, it’s just because they demand attention. Our eyes are drawn to bright colours. In nature, they can show great beauty but can also be used as a sign of danger, or to stay away.
I wear red if I’m scared or want to look confident, navy and purples suit my colouring so I try to wear as much of them as I can, and khaki is my dress down colour, my off duty wardrobe.
I don’t always get it right – I was wearing a red, white and blue ensemble on the day of Prince George’s birth – a tad bourgeois for my liking. And I’ve learned never to wear head to toe cream or white unless you have guaranteed sunshine (transparent / mud spattered / clingy) or wear full skirted dresses when it’s breezy (you really want to be wearing biggish pants on those occasions). But embracing colour can be a huge mood-lifter.
I went through a decade long phase (early 20s to early 30s) of wearing pretty much nothing but black – I liked it. I liked to look alternative, I liked that everything matched. But it was drab, painfully so. And so I slowly introduced colour to my wardrobe. Depending on my mood I can colour-block with the best of them, look elegant in muted hues or opt for a clever contrast combo. But I draw the line at beige – I want to look sophisticated and together, but the reality is that I feel beige when I wear it. So, it is the end of beige. Apart from a lovely pair of nude peep toe shoes – because, if nothing else they elongate the leg. And that’s something I’m in dire need of.