The sun has got his hat on and is coming out to play. Have we finally got through all that bad weather and the continual flooding and misery? Is the sun going to stay with us for a while? Time to fling open the windows and let the fresh summery air cleanse through the house.
I too am going through the process of spring cleaning, unfortunately for Sexy Sporty Dad this does not necessarily mean he will return from work to a shiny new home. My deep clean involves a deep reboot of my life. It will hopefully reset my systems back on the track I started out with.
Those carefree childish days full of sun and aspirations cannot be revisited except through the power of memories. Experience and emotion railroaded the innocent juvenile ambitions I held then to shape who I have become now.
So with this in mind where do I begin?
I have begun the process to turn my working life around returning back to where I started, relearning skills and techniques I thought were long forgotten. Technology has developed leaps and bounds over the years but to my surprise the basics I learnt a whole lifetime ago are standing me in great stead now. Some polishing and digging deep down into the stored memory banks is required to revive and renovate some of those old competencies.
I suspect that nothing I do will take away the years of child bearing and mid-life spread but I have found my way back to the gym if only twice a week and gingerly at the moment. The bike currently remains forlorn if not forgotten propped up against the garage wall. A step at a time; a slow meandering step at a time is how it needs to be done.
A 5 day reboot on juicing as per Joe Cross’ book Reboot was not as traumatic as I had first anticipated. Although midway through the reboot, I unexpectedly attended a work meal for which I arrived full of good intentions but could not resist the wonderful menu I was confronted with, or the persuasive colleagues I was with. The rest of the week, maybe boosted by my lapse in starvation or the guilt of having done so left me determined to finish and feeling much better than I had expected. I have to admit that since then I have not juiced as often as I should but I am managing to maintain my 5 a day intake if not quite coping with the additional advisory 7 a day.
So the only thing still on the list to do is the filing. That is the metaphysical filing, de-cluttering the abstract pile of administrative drivel that rolls around my brain each day, tiring me out and leaving me like a horse running the grand national overnight. My brain I notice mirrors the chaos on my desk so maybe Sexy Sporty Dad will see a change as I throw caution to the wind and throw out some of that clutter. There is a definite correlation between physically throwing away and mentally de-muddling.
I do own a “to do book” which I write it all down in but I still struggle to curtail the new additions. For each line I gloriously scribble out I still seem to add two new lines to the important and immediate list.
I still have some capacity for more streamlining with work. There is still a fair (sounds more achievable than long) way to go to reach the sublime heights of Hollywood model figure. In the meantime there is plenty to keep me busy de-stressing and re-ordering my mental capacity but isn’t that what they say “little and often”.
Have a look at what I am up to with my food blog at Tea Time Treats