advice · challenges

Persistence ~ I Can Do It!

After spending hours trying to work out some glitches, here on my website, I am now tired, frazzled and frayed around the edges.

My lack of computer expertise is not helping my cause any.

What I think looks right, isn’t; and what I imagine isn’t right, so often is!

Before trying to wind down my mind for the night I decided a few words of inspiration were in order. There’s nothing worse than trying to sleep, with a mind still attempting to fix up website glitches!

High up on one of the top shelves of my book case, I caught sight of the words “You Can Do It”, running down the spine of an old, musty book.

Inside the stale yellowing pages I have found the following anonymously written words, under a very relevant title…

Persistence

“Nothing in the world can take

the place of persistence.

Talent will not : nothing is more

common than men with talent.

Genius will not : unrewarded

genius is almost a proverb.

Education will not : the world

is full of educated derelicts.

Persistence and determination

alone are omnipotent”.

Okay, so I have persistence and determination. I’ll do it.

Tomorrow…. 🙂

happiness

Weekly Photo Challenge ~ Boundaries

Charlie

WordPress have come up with a brand new challenge which can be incorporated into post a day / post a week.

Each week they will set a theme for a photo idea, and bloggers are invited to interpret said theme in their own individual way.

The very first theme is “Boundaries” which immediately conjured up images of our newest family member, Charlie, who I introduced here last August. The story of how Charlie became part of the family can be read here…

Charlie has made it abundantly clear that he has his own set of boundaries. His cage is his castle. At first we would leave his cage door open, inviting him to come out from behind the bars and join us in our lives of freely roaming around the house.

He wouldn’t have a bar of it! After he lost his footing on his perch a couple of times and accidently fell out of his cage while the door was open, I decided to keep the door closed. He’s happier that way.

I didn’t want to put him through the sheer terror he experienced when he left his safe place.

As much as I would love to hold him, he’s scared of my hands. Spending months in a pet shop, being handled only by rough hands wearing gloves has not given him any confidence in people.

Apparently it takes time to tame a bird that hasn’t been handled gently from a young age. And that’s okay. If he needs time, I can be patient.

Charlie lets me stroke his beak and hand feed him small pieces of food, such as sunflower seeds, through the bars of his cage. He will even hesitantly take larger pieces of food, such as carrot pieces from me when I open the door and offer them to him directly.

Then he scurries away.

He has made it crystal clear where his boundaries lie. And that is apparently just the way he wants things to be.

I guess Charlie isn’t much different to people really. We all have our boundaries, our point of limitation, that invisible line that we never wish to cross over, no matter what.

Charlie just seems to be far more honest about his boundaries than most people usually are.

And whilst living within his boundaries, Charlie leads a very happy existence.

Australia · summer

Eight Powerless Hours


Picture this…sitting quietly, alone, at the computer. Sweltering hot Saturday afternoon, about 4:30 p.m. Getting in earlier with your blog post than you have all week.

WHAM!!! The power cuts out, followed immediately by a series of intermittent crackling sounds, out on the street.

Computer’s down and work’s not saved.

Walking up the driveway to the road, I noticed, as I have constantly over the last few days, that it is cooler outdoors than inside at the moment.

There wasn’t a single soul in site. And the whole area seemed eerily silent.

About ten minutes later a friend of my daughters, a volunteer fireman, contacted her to let us know that a power pole had fallen over, just up the road and around the corner from our house.

The crackling sounds I had heard must have been the power arcing after the pole fell.

Emma and I took ourselves outside, braving the heat and the steep walk up the hill, to investigate the situation. Never without her iphone, the above photo is compliments of Emma.

As you can see, the pole covered the entry to a street, which just happens to be the only access to our own secluded pocket of houses in the village.

The power pole had been threatening to fall for some time, slanting over gradually further each day, although not regarded as a priority repair job by the local electricity company.

Umm…not a priority, we asked? A man could fit his fist into the centre of the pole, which had been eaten away by termites!

Within feet of this power pole children play, cars are parked, dogs are walked. The hill is a favourite exercise walking routine for a number of locals. The local public school is located just across the road!

Miracles do happen ~ no one was hurt.

At around 5:30 p.m. we were told to expect the power to be cut for at least two to three hours.

By nightfall, with bar-be-que cranked up and a salad prepared by candle light, we were told perhaps it would be another couple of hours.

The night air seemed to become hotter and more dense. Perhaps it was my imagination working overtime, knowing that the electric fans were still! When my family chimed in with complaints, I felt assured that it wasn’t just me complaining. The night felt so hot that I imagined a knife could have cut through the air!

Further investigation at around 10:30 p.m. showed that at least they were getting somewhere. A new pole was in place and the power lines were being reconnected.

Maybe there would be hope for today’s blog post after all, I thought. They just have to connect us back up before midnight….

After dosing off for about an hour on my favourite comfy lounge chair, I took myself off to bed at around 12:30 a.m. this morning.

Wouldn’t you know it, maybe two minutes after my head hit the pillow the power came back on!

Oh well, I couldn’t perform a miracle without electricity and add a post yesterday, although it has supplied me with an unexpected story to share today! 🙂

advice · Changes · daughter

Saying Goodbye to “The Doormat Syndrome”

Over the last couple of weeks I have had some extremely interesting conversations with my eldest daughter.

That statement could sound misleading, as if we don’t usually have interesting conversations, but we do! Constantly!

The difference with recent conversations is how simple they have been, and spontaneous, and significant.

A regular topic of conversation between us, which began around the middle of last year, has been “change”.

Changes we both wish to make in our lives, with each of us having different purposes for the desired changes, and discussing what actions we would take to bring these changes about.

Some of the changes we have made have been joint ventures, most have been independent of each other.

And I have learned something  ~ Old habits are hard to break.

With being, um, significantly older than my daughter (naturally!) I have become a bit, shall we say, set in my ways?

My daughter may use other more descriptive words, e.g. boring, predictable, even stupid!

Yes, stupid. It may sound harsh, but true. Thank goodness I have my daughter to point out my shortcomings to me!

I’m a creature of habit in many ways. There are regular tasks I carry out and many responses I make to situations, which I’ll admit to making on “auto-pilot”. I am so stuck in my ways and have acted and responded to things in such a habitual way, over so many years, that I don’t even realise I am doing it!

It’s the little things I’ve been stuck in a rut over.

  • Changing my own plans to fit in with other people.
  • Eating food that I would prefer not to, because that’s what everyone else wants to eat.
  • Doing all of the household chores myself, because no one else has the time.

Why does this happen?

I make myself available, I’m predictable. People know they can rely on me.

Why do I allow this to happen?

I like to see the people I care about being happy. And it also prevents arguments and confrontations.

Are there any winners here?

Everyone, except me.

Oh sure, there are many times when I willingly do things for others. My problem has been that I’ve taken helping others to the extreme, I say “yes” to everything, without giving it a second thought.

It becomes a problem when you are taken for granted. I believe a common term for what I am talking about is, “being treated as if you were a doormat”.

When the realisation of the err of your ways strikes, and you start to change your standard response from always being “yes” to sometimes being “no” it can be a shock to those close to you.

Is it possible to change this situation?

The good news is that when those close to you realise that you really mean it when you say “no” to their trivial and selfish requests, they learn to accept the changes.

A new kind of respect takes over and your own self-worth improves.

The doormat syndrome is transformed into a win-win situation; you are respected more by others, plus you feel a strong dose of self-respect developing within yourself.

Here I was, patting myself on the back for the constant focus I had been putting upon the changes I wished to make. Like all new habits, they do require attention until they become second nature.

I was seeing results. The changes I wished to see were actually occurring.

It wasn’t until my daughter pointed out some of the minor “old habits” I had been unknowingly clinging hold of, that reality took hold.

Anyone can change.

If it is possible for me to enforce the changes I want to see in my life, then anyone can do it. I can highly recommend having someone who you trust keeping a watch out for those old stick-in-the-mud ways which are so hard to break. Someone who can say to you, “that’s the old you, you can say no”, just as my daughter has been doing for me.

(Photo from Google Images)

Australia

Foam Fairies

Once where the wave breaks,

Where I love to play,

The little white Foam Fairies

Came dancing in the spray,

Little wild Foam Fairies

Leaping in the air;

Sea-green their eyes were,

Kelpy-brown their hair.

~ Annie R. Renoul.