Over a cup of tea…
October 7, 2013
If we were chatting over a cup of tea this morning, I’d tell you I’m wearing boots. Like, winter boots. For the first time this season. And I’m not impressed. Although the colder weather does mean my fall vacation is getting closer… but I still hate winter.
If we were chatting over a cup of tea, I’d tell you about how this BuzzFeed list (22 signs you’re an old person trapped in a young person’s body) is me. Well, not all of it, but most of it. I remember asking for a set of encyclopaedias for my 10th birthday or something. I also asked for books about the history of England (Tudor period to be exact, or the monarchy). I started saving for a house long before my friends showed any interest. And now, an awesome night is a having a few friends over, cooking a fabulous meal with My Other Half, and polishing off a few too many glasses of wine. And sleeping in my own bed. That is a necessity. People say I need to live a little, I shouldn’t grow up too fast etc… but I love the way things are. I love our little house. I love my routines. I can’t wait to come home from work to garden, cook and clean. I’d rather stay home on a Saturday night with a great book and a pot of herbal tea. I know – I am an 80-year-old. But I love it.
If we were chatting over a cup of tea this morning, I’d mention something else I read last week – this blog post on “A Season of Rest”. It hit home. I come from a family who takes on too much. My mother and father are two of the busiest people I’ve ever met. I seem to have inherited this attitude – I say yes to everything, often taking on leadership roles. The problem is (like my parents), I love everything that I do. But every now and then we need to be reminded to slow down. Just a bit. My favourite part:
“No more racing from one thing to the next. No more on the computer till 3am. No more cell phones out during dinner dates. And yes to laughter, novels, dinner parties and church friends. Yes to spontaneous weekends away, to fresh flowers once a week, to less time on the computer, to working in our garden. Yes to learning when to say no and being okay with it.”
If we were chatting over a cup of tea, I’d also bring up this video. I wrote here about how I’ve been trying to unplug more and really live – no more celebrity gossip, no more addicting iPad games. I am still struggling with this. It’s hard to combat all the distractions that eat away valuable chunks of time. We’re all guilty of it. We can’t have a nice dinner without Intragraming our food… when really, we should focused on the person we’re with – being truly present with them. It’s an uphill battle. Technology is only going to get more awesome, more distracting and more enticing. But can we really not have an evening at home without phones, computers and tablets? Or even without TV? Whatever happened to a long walk, a good book, or a board game? My Other Half and I definitely make time for those things, so don’t think I’m saying we don’t. And I’m not saying I’ll never Instragram another picture of my food… but the video was a good reminder of what’s really important.
If we were chatting over a cup of tea this morning, I’d apologize for the heavy subject matter. It’s just what’s on my mind!
And if we were chatting over a cup of tea, I’d also have fun, upbeat and happy things to discuss – like how my book club celebrated its third anniversary and first blogiversary! I am so thankful for my book club girls. We had an delicious dinner last week to celebrate. It’s amazing what we’ve accomplished together!
If we were chatting over a cup of tea this morning, I would definitely mention the fabulous four days with spent with my Uncle Ian. He’s a paralympian in table tennis and when he was able-bodied, he was a world-class soccer player. It was wonderful to have him in our home for four days and catch up. After all he’s been through, he’s still the most impressive athlete I’ve ever met. He was always an amazing juggler and he won two gold medals in table tennis this weekend! I am super proud to say my uncle is a national champ.