Breathe Slow

Hello everyone.

I’ve realised that week by week I have to go back and look at my previous post to remember what it contained. That’s the great thing about having a blog I guess, it reminds me (and gives you an insight into) what is happening in my life at a particular time and my likes, dislikes, attitudes and memories of that time.

Speaking of likes and dislikes, I have always really enjoyed Alesha Dixon’s song Breathe Slow. It has been my go-to song whenever I’ve felt stressed out, weighed down or just generally needed a reminder to just relax -I especially enjoy listening to it during exams.

This has been one of those weeks where I’ve took a quiet moment to listen to it (or sing… if nobody’s listening). It’s been a little stressful and as an already self-confessed stresser it’s been tiring. As you know I’ve had my Advanced Higher art to finish this week (it's all I seem to blog about) and with only two days available to go into school and sort it I wasn’t sure if I’d get it done. To my surprise though I managed to dash into school, package and label everything and get the next bus two hours later as I had completed it. Art coursework? Check.

But the most stressful event this week has been quite a personal one. There was a bit of a family situation which took place involving a loved one going to hospital to receive some potentially devastating news. It’s quite difficult to even write about so I won’t go into detail. I’d also prefer to keep it private. But thankfully, after many, many prayers the news we received was not as bad as expected and normality I beginning to resume in the family.

One thing this has taught me though is that life is too short. I spend the majority of time stressing about one thing or another- worrying about what other people think of me to what I’ll have on my toast in the morning-and to be honest, I’m being pretty ridiculous. So what if I make mistakes? What does it matter what others think about me? Why should I sweat the small stuff? Life is too short and too amazing to worry about the silly little things. The bigger picture is what’s important. I have my health, I have amazing friends and family, a job, opportunities, hobbies, an education; all the things that make me happy. It doesn’t matter what the next person thinks of my life because they’re not living it. Everyone is unique and different and beautiful in their own way.

I’ve realised this is now turning a little preachy but it is only because this is something that really touches my heart. It’s your life, live it how YOU want to and do things that make YOU happy and that will make YOU smile when you sit in your rocking chair one day and reminisce.

Another thing that has happening this week is that because of all my stressing I have rushed my days away before I even knew it therefore leaving hardly any time to appreciate what’s going on. This happens sometimes for me because of my worrying which is why I occasionally have a reflective day where I chill out at home and just process my life a little –this is where I get inspired for a lot of things. I read my Bible, write in a diary or my “What I’m grateful for today” book and just think. Because part of life being so short is that we need to treasure and remember every happy moment of it.

This leads me back to the beginning of my blog, –a circle of writing, my old English teacher would be proud- where I talked about how grateful I am to have a blog where I can put my thoughts and ideas down so I won’t ever forget them.

So, this week I’m going to make a conscious effort to Breathe Slow and take everything in so that when I’m sitting in my stockings, false teeth and cardigan I can look back and remember each precious moment of my life and remember how blessed I am to live it.

I’d also like to add that something else I am grateful to have also come out of our horrible ordeal this week is that I feel I have reconnected with my Christian faith and more importantly, with Jesus. He gave me peace on the day of the news that I can’t describe and led me to passages that gave me hope and for that I’m so blessed.

Mollie

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