Family, Inspiration, real life, women

How do you measure success?

How do you measure success? By how much money you have, material things, clothes, new technology, qualifactions? Or the simple things in life? The love of  your family, and job satisfaction?

Me? I measure success in how many smiles I get from people I meet through my day. How many people say ‘thank you for your help’ and how many hugs and kisses I get from friends and family I see – this is my measure of success. That I have been a great mother and wife, a good friend, and that I have an understanding of how I can help those around me on their journey through life.

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Laughter, real life

It really went wrong

When you’re busy, you know those days? Normally on a Friday, the Friday before you are due to have 3 days off the next week. The day you have 3 hours work to cram into 1 single solitary working hour. Well, I’ve just had one of those. I’m normally very placid, cool and calm on the outside. A little like the graceful swan, elegant above water, but paddling furiously under the water! That’s me, to a feather!

It’s at those times when the least little thing sends you into a spin of desperation. Just when you are trying to get things right. To do the things that you leave till the very last minute, because they are your least favourite job, but which have to be done, just have to be.

Disaster strikes…. Someone asks you to do something, something that you haven’t planned into that 1 hour. You hear the words coming out of someone’s mouth ‘sorry I can’t do it I’m too busy’ it can’t be you surely? Mrs Calm, Mrs ‘I’ll do all I can to help’. They look at you in total surprise, a look of shock on their faces as you explain – in no uncertain terms – that you have these 3 hours of work to do with only 1 working hour left in which to do them.

They back out of your office in disbelief, horrified at what’s happened, hoping this is just a one off, and isn’t going to be repeated any time soon! It’s not something they expect, or want. They have never seen this person before. Wow, unexpected is an understatement!

You breathe a sigh of relief as you carry on with the job in hand, getting this piece of work done. It goes a little better than expected. Perhaps you overestimated the time it would take to do the job…or simply that the pressure of the deadline got too much and like a pressure cooker exploded, in a gentle sort of way, as pressure cookers do!

You feel it’s like the race of the hare and the tortoise. The clock is ticking, the deadline is moving nearer and nearer like the hare running towards you, but the work is just like the slow and plodding tortoise, not getting any faster. Then like a big jigsaw puzzle of work, all the pieces fit together, the emails go out, the work for others to look at and complete is ready. Things are falling into place!

Then into the office walks the wounded colleague, forlorn and bruised. Confused by what had happened earlier, had it happened or was it a dream? You apologise for being grumpy, she said she came to give you a hug, because it wasn’t like you. Everyone laughs, because it wasn’t like you. You hug, but you still don’t do the piece of work, because by now the mad running hare has been trampled under foot by the great big lumbering tortoise as it weaves it way to its next meal!

And you are out the door ready for the weekend.

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Inspiration, Laughter, real life, Uncategorized, Whatever

Long live the Dinosaurs.

This is the story of the class of 69, an amazing bunch of young people, who made it through the times of change and came out the other side, mostly unharmed!

Before TV sets were the focal point of the living room, and double glazing was a commodity only the rich could afford. When modern technology meant you had a teas made by the side of the bed, and flannelette sheets were all the rage. Once upon a time – dinosaurs roamed the world, even before calculators were common place in schools or at work.

Each day they practiced the old fashioned skill of ‘writing’, they used the ancient implements of pens with ink, or lead pencils with rubbers on the tips. Each day they were encouraged to practice this old form of communication, because that was what was expected of them. They knew that as they grew up – this skill would be invaluable, as no one else had invented anything like it for decades. Although a small group of women had been trained to sit in rows, and use a noisy clunky machine that squashed ink into paper in the form of letters, but everyone said this would never catch on. This machine was called a typewriter, and you needed to go to college to learn the amazing skill!

Life was quite simple then, simple choice of foods and simple entertainment. Regimented learning, times tables, copying letters from a book, little distraction.

Then time moved on, and so did those children. They went to a bigger school, some together, some meeting up a little later on, all learning new skills that would see them through into adult life. Some of them moving away to find a different life, and some moving to learn even more skills. Many staying put, marrying, bringing up families, looking after elderly relatives. Lots of them never forgetting the others they had spent their early informative years with.

Then time moved on yet again, and along came lots of new inventions. Not only could you go out with that calculator in your pocket, but you could take your box brownie, and your two tins cans held together with some string and finally that gramophone and your library of books, and encyclopedia – all in a different format of course!

Once upon a time social media meant gossiping while playing in the park. But if it wasn’t for that relatively new invention the Internet, Face book and Friends Reunited – that group of school children would never have know what became of lots of their long lost friends.

And so it was that a meet was arranged, in a local watering hole. How life had moved on, not a school uniform in sight, not a spotty face among them. And as each new person joined the group, the air was filled with cheer and laughter, and shouts of ‘Oh you haven’t changed a bit!’ and hugs and kisses were free for anyone who wanted them. Each one telling their story of the great adventures they had been on. A resounding success. So much so that plans were drawn up for the next big meet up. And each one hoping more friends will join from far flung places this time, to join in the merriment and the memories.

Long live the Dinosaurs.

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