Dog tired – 310

 

I was dog tired today. I barely had the energy to place one foot in front of the other, I fell asleep during my conscious resting session and achieved very little. I usually berate myself on days like this for ‘doing’ nothing, but I’ve been reading A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle, who says that we should take heed when the body forces us to slow down.

It’s all part of the journey towards awakening to your life’s purpose apparently, although despite a few naps and two scented baths, there weren’t any revelations or insights to be had.

I wondered why I felt so tired. I haven’t been doing much lately. Then I realised that I categorise ‘doing much’ in terms of how much money it has earned me.

Ballet classes, cleaning, shopping, cooking, laundry, walking the dog, running etc don’t count because they are not earners. However, they are still enough to wear a person out, especially following a day of card selling and dining with secret billionaires.

The day was rounded off by an awards ceremony at my daughter’s school – It went on for more than two and a half hours without a break. I’m all for applauding children’s achievements, but coming up to three hours without a cup of tea? I almost lost the will to live, but then there was some lovely singing at the end and a really creative film that some kids had made about mental health.

Times have changed since I was a kid. My daughter told me this morning that there is a red box at her school, looked after by a certain teacher. It is filled with sanitary products, fresh tights, clean underwear…the things you might need if your period arrives unexpectedly. All you need to do is say ‘I need to see Mrs X’ and you are allowed out of any lesson to access the red box.

Periods were taboo in my day. I would never dream of asking my father to buy me tampons, but my daughter has no qualms about it. My husband is now an expert on feminine hygiene products and even took her to the GP when her cycle stopped for six months.

It’s so refreshing that today’s youngsters are open about periods, sex, sexuality, emotions, disability etc. How far we have come. I moan a lot about my kids being lazy, irresponsible and spoilt, but they are more open and aware than I ever was. Perhaps the future is bright after all.

Personal manifesto

I am more than the things I achieve.

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