The Lost Four Days

Have you ever felt like that you’ve just missed days of your life and can't remember where they’ve gone, as if you’ve slept, completely, through days.

We just has our winter holidays or Christmas holidays as some of you may know them as and on what I though was the third day of my holiday I realised it was Friday! That meant it was the seventh day of my holiday…where did the other 4 days go?! I have no idea but I was convinced I had slept through those days, I felt a little cheated to be honest but there was nothing I could do about it really, not like I could sue the week or something.

It makes me realise that we should be ever grateful for every precious second that we have. That time should be noticed and used wisely so we don’t feel like we’ve slept through massive portions of our week.

But really I still do wonder about those lost four days…maybe I was abducted by aliens…..

….hold the phone before you start calling the mental institute, I'm only joking…I don’t really believe I was abducted….or do I…???

One of those days...

You all know what one of those days are, you've most definitely had one, you may even have had one of those weeks, months or years...

You always know when it's going to be one of those days because the day never starts off brilliantly. You might get up late so then you miss breakfast, you haven't even walked out of the house yet and you can already feel the head ache coming on and before the days even properly started you're wishing that it ends.

One of those days always has one of those people featuring in it with an important sidekick role, just ready to get that last 'punch' in when you're bag is already very nearly deflated.

One of those days will always be your busiest day where time just seems to trickle through your fingers, evading your grip like water.

One of those days will try it's best to trip you up again and again and keep you on your  toes so that a nap or rest seems like a distant, far away memory.

One of those days will have you at others' beck and call, where you forget what you need to do for you but your mind is buzzing with what you need to do for others.

One of those days will always be filled with someone else who's determined to prove that their day has been worse than yours, when all you want to do is have someone listen and remind you everything will be okay.

One of those days you just want to be a little bit selfish for once because you're sick and tired of being so selfless you can't even remember who 'self' is any more.

One of those days must exist to remind us of the better, sunnier times we've had and those to, hopefully, come along and to remind us that...

One of those days, though, will soon come to end and then tomorrow will be a new day and not one of those days again.


(Note: Not quiet sure how this turned kinda poetic but that's what the fingers tapped out...)

Growing Up

This week I've been thinking about age quite a bit, I will be turning 27 soon and so the minds' eye reflects on personal mortality.

27 seems so 'Grown Up' , in a few years I'll be 30 and that's definitely grown up. To me I feel no different to when I was 18 though. The only difference between being 18 and 27 is that I now have a steady job (Alhamdulillah-considering current climes) and a little more life experience and hopefully with that wisdom. (Wink wink.)

So is that what growing up is?

At heart I feel like an 18 year old. I would be and am disappointed when people treat me older than I feel, I don't know if that's denial but I don't think it is, but because of this, I've started thinking of age a little differently.

Previously if someone had told me they were 40 or 50, I would automatically think that we must feel differently about things (although I should mention that I've never had a problem getting on with people older than myself) and that we probably have different thought patterns, almost as if we'd be from a slightly different species. I think I've now come to realise that age really doesn't matter so much. Most people probably feel younger than they are, at heart even if their bodies are trying to dictate something different.

I think that when I'm 30, 40, 50 or even an old biddy (God willing), I'll probably still feel as I do now, like an 18 year old. An 18 year old who gets on better with her mum (because when you're really 18 we know things can get a little stormy at times)

Our bodies must get older and with the passing of life we will gain more experience and hopefully some wisdom along the way but may our hearts always stay young.

I'm not sure if I feel this way because of my life experiences or if this is how many others feel too. Comment and  share your thoughts below...Am I a delusional nearly 27 year old or are we all, really, young at heart...?

Pick/take the slack

In recent years or even months, I've come to understand the term 'pick/take the slack' more and more and whoever may have coined this term, was right on the money...

I see this on a daily basis, where some people end up doing 200% of the work load because others will not acknowledge their own existence in the scheme of things. I can not - and to be quite honest, will not- understand how they can watch others do things for them and not lend a helping hand or a word of thanks and just walk by like 'Yes, this is how are things are meant to be' - which to me means that they're really saying 'You're my skivvy and that's exactly where you're meant to be.'

What also irks me is that when the said person of the large posterior due to lack of use does deem it fit to do anything, big or small (and let's face it, it's usually small) they expect the whole word to bow at their feet with hallowed praise and thanks for the glorious work they have done.

Back to the term 'pick/take the slack' - It's like a rope being held taut because people on either side are holding it tight with all their strength and vigour-this would be like everyone working, each of them doing what each of them is supposed to do. But then you'll have that one person holding the rope at one end who can't be bothered and so the rope goes slack. This then means the remaining people have to put even more strength and vigour in to keeping the rope taut, eventually this is going to drain them of all energy. Ask a tight rope walker to understand the importance of the slack being picked up.

I don't expect anyone to do anything for me, not even make me a cup of tea. So I never understand how others can be so happy in doing nothing for them selves whilst they can see that you're trying your best to spin plates around them.

I'm sure there are many who will read this and place them selves in either the slacker or slackee category. If you're a slacker (which you probably don't believe you are but trust me, you are) then stop being so selfish and open your eyes! If you are of the slackee variety then maybe through this blog you can find a 'comrade in arms.' Rest assured there are plenty of us out there...