Recently while on holiday, I practiced my ‘Just One Minute Monday’ as we walked to the shops for our groceries. My son and his girlfriend were walking in front of me, the shops were a ten minute walk each way. The average temperature from 10am to 8pm was 30 degrees. It wasn’t an easy walk in that heat. I’m not into counting steps and I don’t own a step counter but lots of people exercise now by counting their steps and increasing the number of steps they take daily.
I thought about the amount we walk everyday and particularly the pace we have become accustomed to.
I wondered how often do we actually slow down our steps? Have you ever even noticed how fast you walk? Do you constantly rush from one task to the next? Because I was on holiday I paused and focused on my steps. I slowed down my steps. I noticed the inclines and the declines.
I listened to the sound our steps made. I felt my heart rate slow its pace. I felt grateful for those moments, those steps I was able to enjoy in the company of two young adults.
When have you last paid attention to how fast you walk? Have you ever deliberately focused on your steps? Maybe today is the day to focus one minute on your footsteps.
When I was young and in a moaning mood (which was very rare!), my Nana would look gently at me and say “whist, don’t be complaining, shur you have Spain at home!”
Of course I wouldn’t be impressed as I knew that my self-pity was not going to be entertained! But as I grew up, I knew Nana meant count your blessings, be grateful for what you have and appreciate every bit of it! And she was so right! I’m so thankful to have had the benefit of her shared wisdom by growing up in a three generational home.
I’m feeling very privileged to be enjoying a week in Spain, soaking up the splendid sunshine, (which can be sporadic in Ireland), getting time for the simple pleasures and realising that during the other 51 weeks of the year “shur I have Spain at home.”
And in the middle of all this beauty and relaxation I’m taking one minute to be really grateful and mindful of this beautiful weather. It has been a long winter and a sunny day lifts everybody’s spirit! It’s heart-warming to hear conversations and laughter blowing on the breeze and to see families spending time together, outdoors, soaking up the sun, building sand castles and swimming or surfing in the sea. It also brings back many fond memories of holidays spent on the beach with our two children when they were young.
In that post I tried to set myself a goal of taking time away from technology on Sundays. I have to admit that it hasn’t been easy! I’ve had some successful Sundays and some not so successful ones! But that’s ok because in my world, it’s about the sustained effort, not the outcome. I keep trying and that’s the main thing!
I’m popping my phone aside again today and I’m going to make rhubarb and apple tart for my extended family.
It’s very easy to suffer from Assumption Consumption; a deadly illness that consumes and eats away a logical mind. It’s a lethal weapon in the wrong hands! We make thousands of judgements daily, not all of them are correct.
So how can we avoid jumping to conclusions, making judgements and developing Assumption Consumption?
We can start by pausing before we leap into judgement mode.
We can step back and count to ten.
We can ask ourselves could there be an alternative explanation?
Then, with daily practice we can avoid falling into an assumption trap!
Thankfully with time and a little rational thinking we can become aware of our Assumption Consumption and we often find the very opposite of our assumption was the case!
Can you recall an assumption that proved to be wrong? What might have helped you avoid making that assumption? How can you avoid making assumptions in the future? Please share what worked for you. I really enjoy your comments, thanks for calling in to visit!
27 weeks and 5 days was as long as he could contain himself…he was in a hurry and he wasn’t waiting around! I hardly got to experience being pregnant, very different to my previous pregnancy which reached term plus one week. Our tiny, unexpected early arrival weighed in at a see-through 2lb 9oz and spent two months in neonatal care. He was let home to us at 4lbs weight, a few days before Christmas; the best Christmas present ever! I slept on a mattress on our kitchen floor for months to ensure his little body was kept sufficiently warm, feeding him every two hours.
But he decided early on that premature was not going to be a word in his vocabulary. He soon caught up with children of his age and cast off the ‘pre’ revealing a ‘mature’ character, deeply sensitive to the pain of others. He went out of his way to include shy or excluded children into his circle of friends. He owned up to things he didn’t do in school, taking the blame to save his class suffering the consequences because the guilty child hadn’t the guts to own up. This strength of character was something to envy and soon meant he was a target for bullies.
He has struggled through a deeply challenging teenage stage and a school system that all but failed him but we weathered the journey as a family unit and now know that the best learning comes from the greatest challenges! He has a mature outlook on life way beyond his years. He is warm and kind, he cares for the environment and animal welfare. He reads Echart Tolle and Thich Nhat Hanh.
He faces exams shortly which have the power, in one fell swoop to decide his immediate future but I know beyond doubt that he is more than the outcome of any exam.
He has an innate character that many mature adults never achieve and which I know will help him fulfill his purpose in life!
Thank you for reading and if your son or daughter has struggled because of bullying, please share your experiences with me in the comments below.