Life is always a balance of good things and bad things. Perhaps, without the bad ones we won’t appreciate the good ones that much. There are also alternatives opinions on all things are the same, it is how we perceive them at any separate moment, what makes them good or bad FOR US. Whatever the truth is, here is my balance sheet, it is of course, relevant to me and me only, but I would be interested to check in some years later and see if the bads and goods have shifted places.
The bad – I had to stay late at work yesterday, emergency and all, my carefully planned plans have been messed up and tiredness took her dues.
The good – I’ll be let off earlier today, so have my chance to catch up with my ever running away busy schedule.The bad – I’ve learned off youtube how to replace the windowsill and when I went to do mine, it was nowhere near the designs described and it refused to come out without having a good piece of wall taken with it, so I’ve got disappointed in youtube tutorials, in my blondeness in inability to figure it out and in this stupid task I took upon myself with the windowsill, pantry and the whole house project in general.
The good – I haven’t seen the good coming out of it all yet, except of my brains overloaded with the useless information of how to fix your window type. But I’m sure it will all come to me eventually and the good thing will be me feeling damn proud about myself for solving this tricky puzzle. I have to believe that I will solve it sooner or later! In the end of a day what could be more positive than a positive attitude, right?The bad – my free lodger has finally left and so there is no one to help me out around the house.
The good – wait a second, there was no one helping me around the house, when he was living in it either! So that is the good thing about him leaving – I will save money, space and my nerves. More than two months has been slightly overwhelming for all of the listed assets of mine.The bad – since my new extension actually decreasing my living space, not increasing it, don’t ask me why, let’s just say, the space is rearranged. So there will be no more room in the new room for my wonderfully huge and comfortable sofa. So I had to sell it.
The good – I’ll get to choose a new one once the room is ready for it. And, most importantly, my bank account is ready too. And any new thing in life is surely a good thing, are they not? The good – I’ve been doing zumba classes. I have to say I don’t like the idea of rebranded aerobics, but I like the idea of getting a good workout out of it, let’s be honest, there is no way my will power can make me sweat like this for the whole hour, all on my own. I need much more re-enforced motivation. My motivation is a fiver spent weekly for impersonating a hippopotamus on drugs trying to follow the crazy moves of acrobatics-aka-dance routine in a company of same minded gullible ladies. There is something fascinating in ability to act silly and do not worry that you look silly too. I wonder if this nice feeling of recless abandon comes from the fact there are no men watching us. I've heard the saying about what would the world without the men be - no wars and lots and lots of happy fat women prouncing about! At least we have a lot of laugh over it. The good – in about two week’s time I will have my first holidays in this year. It will be The Almost Real Holidays – with the hotel booked, and sight viewing program and all such stuff. All as if I’m going away, except that a way this time will be as far as my so familiar by now Essex, where I used to live for 5 years prior to where I live now. But hey, who cares, it’s a holidays! Yay! There will be plenty of wandering around, of laying in without setting an alarm, of strolling along the promenade, taking in a salty air of the sea and, if lucky, watching sunsets on a beach. The whole week of these, imagine that! Ok, so I noticed, I’ve run out of the bad things worthy to mention. Does it mean what I think it means? I think so – there are more good things in life than there are bad things! Ain’t it marvellous?! I think, if any one of us just care enough to give it a thought, many would found the same. Granted, not all of us blessed with luck, fortune, friends and lovers. What I found for myself though, for every moment of tears, there are always the moments of smiles, the trick is to recognise them all, as they are funny fellows, they don’t come in turns, sometimes you have to wait for your moment of wonder to arrive and dry those tears. And some times the ouch is so great, it needs a variety of smiles and laughter to wipe it off your heart. I think, we always carry our scars for the rest of our life. Just like with the surgical things, some heal better, the others lay deeper but we do learn to ignore them as we go about our life day to day. And so we should for life is all about living, isn't she just?