There is just ten days left to when the I must have my move complete and I do feel like I should sing the lyrics, to the closing track from Queen’s 1991 LP, Innuendo, ‘The Show Must Go On’, although maybe I could change the words to ‘The Move Must Go On’. Indeed I am now facing a wall of boxes and a seemingly impossible task of moving a hoard of vehicles, many of them classics, others vintages and many in need of restoration. In addition to this there is a house to finish packing, a book to complete and a mass of deadlines and shows to attend to. However, the move has to happen and it has come to the point where there really is no point worrying about it. It’s just a case of knuckling down and getting on with it, because to use the lyrics of another Freddie Mercury classic at this present moment I am most definitely ‘Under Pressure’, but we must be completed because no sooner the move is over and I am off to promote my healthy eating plan at the Manchester Yoga Show.
Yes, life is rather chaotic, but I am looking forward to the move being successfully completed and I have lots of exciting things going on with food awards and events this year as well. So, this weeks motto is ‘put on a brave face and keep smiling’. I don’t know if this motto will assist any, but it sounds like a good plan.
I have been learning to be towed on a bar as my husband has needed to move some vehicles and I have decided that when people learn mindfulness and breathing techniques, their proficiency should be tested by being placed in an LDV van and towed on a bar over the mountain roads. I can tell you that I am not sure that I was practicing mindfulness, but I was most definitely in the moment and my breathing was heavy if not deep. Petrified, terrified and needing a stiff drink at the end of the two hour ordeal would sum up my experience of being towed , but I managed and today I am doing it all over again. They say love is blind, I think it is mad, irrational and plain daft, so needless to say I’m only agreeing to being towed because I love hubby and he needs the help. After all, we have to get moved and he puts up with all my collections and books.
Well, the tow bar is calling and my eleven month old is finding her feet and planning to unpack one of my boxes, so I’m going to sign off for now and next week I hope to be telling you that everything has sorted itself out and that I am going to be able to take that well earned break….or at least draw breath. In the meantime I shall be singing, ‘I shall Survive’!