The sun factor
We’re in the midst of a heatwave, yep — summertime here in London has decided to actually be hot for more than two days in a row! If you’re familiar with British weather (#VeryBritishProblems), you’ll get that this is ‘something like a phenomenon’ (Thanks L L Cool J).
I passionately detest the cold, so I should literally be walking on sunshine right now — feeling good. Instead, I’m spending my days sweating incessantly, trying to cool down ‘by any means necessary’ — being irritable and well, stressing about how to manage life with this super hot — yellow thingy in the sky.
(Two days later)
All it does is rain
After six weeks of straight sunshine — I had almost forgotten what rain looked like, then Friday afternoon — down it poured. In fact, it was a very rainy thunderstorm. It built up like it was auditioning for a scene in the film The Day After Tomorrow (a very dramatic — extreme weather — end of the world as we know it kind of affair), I thought to myself ‘like,woah what is happening!’
As I ushered my kiddies away from sticking their heads and arms out of the windows — I explained to them why advertising yourself as a target for lightening — is not fun? ‘Know this — my kiddos, lightening has no sense of humour — it will strike you without remorse. Okay, good talk.’
Blowing in the wind
So, it’s now Sunday afternoon — and it’s still raining. It’s coming back to me now — how ‘I can’t stand the rain’ (Thank you Missy Elliott). At least the storm is over— for now.
Anyway, yesterday I had a day out with myself, the kiddos and a whole bunch of family and friends — at Thorpe Park (a theme park). It was a blast! However, I really don’t like rides and yet — I went against my good sense, and got on one of these ungodly rides. Suffice to say, my insides ended up in very unnatural positions. I don’t think it helps to have your heart lodged in your throat whilst trying to breathe — and meditate for survival from the surrounding screams from family members who accompanied me on that foolish ride. I spent the rest of the day recovering, I also philosophised about my life choices — and concluded that my good sense is in danger of being stripped from me if I keep resisting it like that.
There was a taster of all four seasons too, it was hot — without being oppressive — it rained — thankfully not heavily — the wind came through too — blowing a few leaves of trees with a chilly gust in the air. This.Is.Britain.
The status quo returned and it is #VeryBritishProblems once again.
Every season matters
Now I remember, that life is a series of seasons — they will continue to come to pass. Just like every visiting emotion or thought, nothing is permanent — but it’s all necessary somehow. This is the process — This. Is. Life.
“We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” — Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
I could have been a flea, you could have been a leaf — but humanity chose us.
So, every now and then — I remind myself ‘I’m too blessed to be stressed’ — and give up a wry smile to this thing called life.