Going back to work today after a break, Thrifter is definitely feeling a bit frazzled. While I like to think I’m up there with the best of them at multi-tasking and ‘keeping all the balls up in the air’, once you spend a bit of time away from the day job it means you have to hit the ground running to get back into what had previously been routine. Thrifter teaches, and so faced with the eager (and not-so-eager) faces of the students, all shiny shoes and new haircuts for the first day of term, Thrifter has to perform, entertain, enthuse and organise.
Tiddler then lost a favourite toy during a walk, a lurid pink flamingo that she loves to rock-a-bye-baby, and cried all the way home asking for “Mingo come back peas”, (*please), and my attempts to suggest he had maybe flown away to live with his family in Timbuktu didn’t do much in the cheering-up stakes.
Digger himself ended up doing a favour for someone that caused more trouble than expected.
All told therefore, a bit of a day. So we are thinking of this quote,
and remembering all the good we can strive to do, all the small impacts we have on other people’s lives without really realising, how teeny tiny elements of chaos theory can branch out into ripples and echos.
So Thrifter is suggesting to keep ‘shouting out’ the meaning in your life with everything you do, and every day that passes, and the good vibrations will surely come back, and make the bad days a little less so.
Rocking with you here Joni, but try a bit of skinflint philosophising to think about ways to make a change instead:
‘And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game’.
Make the change. Get off the carousel.