What is Life Teaching You?

“Take an honest inventory of the education you already have – the years you have lived, the trials you have endured, the skills you have learned along the way”

“If you are a young person, open your eyes wide and let the world educate you to the fullest extent”

by Elizabeth Gilbert

I don’t remember much of my childhood. I have some home videos that were made during this time. Watching them, I know I’m watching myself, either on my own or with family members.

But I don’t remember these events happening. I suppose the videos put something in my mind about how I was brought up. If it wasn’t for these videos, I wouldn’t even know about the start of my life.

Memories are strange things. What inside our brains decided which memories to remember or to forget? Where do they go the ones we’ve forgotten?

In 2013 I started scrapbooking. Both for photos and mementoes. At first, I needed to collect everything I did and place something in one of these books. Now I want to keep the important memories. I keep tickets, old cards, letters. I buy a post card when visiting somewhere new. This postcard can represent the whole day. Rather than buying stuff just for the sake of doing so.

Now I want to keep the important memories. I keep tickets, old cards, letters. I buy a post card when visiting somewhere new. This postcard can represent the whole day. Rather than buying stuff just for the sake of doing so.

Least my home doesn’t get cluttered. Neither do my memories.

The earliest memory that I do remember, is me playing in the back garden at one of my old houses. Going in because of the rain. The next morning realising that I’d left a school book outside.

I guess that sticks in my mind for the fact I need to take responsibility for the things I own/borrow.

Going through school wasn’t very entertaining. I got through it just like everyone else. I had people bullying me due to the fact I was thin or that most of my friends were guys. Still are to this day.

I overcame stage fright, dancing. My confidence has always been low, socially. I put my head down and got on with the work. Found I was good at IT. Enjoyed reading.

By the time you’re supposed to know what you want to do with your life. I didn’t. I was good at things so they were the subjects I continued to learn. As staying in education was what I thought I had to do.

From this, even though I love to learn, I couldn’t stick to learning in an education setting. I’ve a ton of qualifications. Most I don’t even use anymore or remember what I learnt.

I worked alongside education. I’ve been a pizza takeaway assistant, a play centre assistant, a bakery assistant, a leisure assistant, a stockroom assistant, a kennel assistant, a trainee veterinary nurse, a care assistant. I’ve volunteered at a couple of animal charities along the way too.

An assistant is something I seem to be drawn too. From each of my roles, I’ve learned what I do or don’t like, or want to help in some way. I just can’t do it in certain ways.

My mums’ ex-husbands have taught me what I don’t want from a guy. Even her current husband, still teaches me I don’t want hostility in the house.

It doesn’t matter how old or young you are. Life teaches us things all the time. Nothing is likely to change that. What we learn, teaches us about ourselves, how we want to behave, what we want to do. How and if we share this with others.

Elizabeth Gilbert so far has taught me that writing is for yourself. Be the creativity you want to be. That’s what makes your work original and authentic. Everyone may have an opinion, may pigeonhole your work. But what others do with or say about your work once you’ve shared it can’t be controlled by yourself.

But what others do with or say about your work once you’ve shared it can’t be controlled by yourself. It shouldn’t be.

How your work/creativity works for yourself is the most important thing.

A Recharge

Six wonderful days off work coming to an end. Regardless of my foggy mind and negativity; it’s been good to have a recharge.

After a quiet conversation day. Finishing season 1 of Untold Stories of the ER. Please, Netflix put another on. A walk around the village and a DC deck building care game. Woo, I won. I came home and got myself somewhat back into work mode.

iPod on the speakers, raspberry candle lit, sort out of my room, organised myself for work. Once that was done, I did some of my mileage. O boy, have I been neglecting the mileage. I did a week’s worth this evening.

Realising I’m under two months behind! How bad is that?

I don’t wanna say it’s only my mileage. Thank god it’s not my washing. But I need to get out of leaving things and procrastinating rather than actually getting some thing done.

Not just my mileage, but my goals. The ones I set for myself, my relaxation module I was given by my therapist and looking after myself. Mentally and physically. Which are my two goals of quarter 3 of the year.

As I’m not quite tired yet. I’m gonna have a hug with a fluffy pup and then read. As reading is something else I’ve been neglecting.