Yesterday, I had a rather wet and dreary walk through dark Welsh lanes; even the local wildlife appeared to have taken cover. The only exceptions were my Robin red breast and my tiny Jenny Wren, who were waiting expectantly to be fed upon my return. Although I already had an idea of my plans for the day; I always find that following my morning walk, I tend to gain a certain clarity for the day ahead. I returned to the warm bosom of my home, had a large glass of water, showered and prepared myself for the plethora of jobs vying for my attention.
Today's quote resonates with me, as lately I have discovered that I rarely attach as much importance to my once all important lofty 'lifestyle goals', but it is the smaller actions towards those goals that now take precedence. I still have the vision board that I look at daily, but breaking the whole into much smaller chunks has made me happier and more effective. For example, when I have a lot of housework, the first thing I do is pop on my favourite apron. This small action of putting a frilly 1950's style apron puts a smile on my face and adds a glamorous spring to my step.
I have abandoned the meaningless perfectionism and shunned the extreme multitasking; these acts led to a lot of jobs being unfinished with my stress levels through the roof. Now I focus on one job at a time, no matter how mundane; this mindfulness has spread to all parts of my life. I am far less stressed; plus by paying attention these small steps lead me to make better choices. From parking as far away as possible from the supermarket (I like to get those extra steps in.... literally); simplifying our entire home and making sure that I always have healthy choices to hand for the whole family.
After a day of domestic titivation, I sat down to form action plans for the week: menu planning; batch cooking schedule; then I felt a tinge of sadness when I realised that this week would be last week of preserving. This week will be pickle week; Piccalilli, cocktail onions and spiced pickled red cabbage. Marking a turn in my domestic season, the fruit and vegetables that I nurtured throughout the spring and summer months are now nearly depleted; they have been either eaten, cooked, frozen or preserved. This small change in my routine means only one thing; it is time to start preparing for winter.
Winter is not my favourite season, but over the years I have learned that this is the season for retrospection and comfort. It is not just the season for woollen mittens, flannel sheets and roaring fires (although all of these are good things). For me, winter is the time to take stock of those small actions, look at my self care and the care of my loved ones. Re-evaluate my priorities and honour them; listen to my body closely (I find my arthritis seems to worsen during the winter); go outside and get some daylight as often as possible; keep a check on my diet and exercise (keeping them both varied and interesting as possible). Individually none of these small actions are that significant. However, these small deeds are positive steps towards a happier and healthier future.
I wish you all a thoroughly blissful Thursday!