I grew up in a culture where people recited an unwritten mantra that sounded something like this, “I will be happy when I can… if I can…” This mentality, as you can already tell, comes with undercurrents of scarcity. You can see that, right? The future.Oh, the anticipation of that day! Oh, the happiness you’ll experience then! This is what emotion researchers call the hedonic treadmill. It’s something they say we do; working very hard to reach a goal that will result in happiness. Later.
I have heard many people say this is the worse year they have had. For some this might be true, for the others not. I have had far worse years than this one. The year my best-friend died was very bad. It was also the year my niece was born, so not the worse year. There have been down days and times, but generally, 2020 has been kind to me. I have completed my manuscript. Watched my baby blossom into a cheeky six-month-old. I have also had quality time with my two-year-old. My daughter is on the spectrum and the world has been a scary place for her, until now. I have watched her grown up and develop at lightning speed. How can 2020 be a bad year? There have been bad times. Times of boredom, worries over money, and the constant ache of not seeing my mum. My glass, however, is always half full. I’m not seeing my mum, but at least she is fit and healthy. With everything in life, it is your mindset that controls your experience.
Since I started writing I have been amazed at the advice and support I have received from others. Writers who are well established never worry about you taking readers from them. Instead, they support you, answer your questions and share their experience. The advice has always helped a great deal, not only with my writing career but personally.
When I was sixteen I carried out a career choice test to tell me what job I was going to do in the future. It was one of those boring, long screening exercises where you tick a number of boxes. One week later I was informed, a computer had decided the ideal job for me was Youth and Community Worker. Yea, right I thought.
For many weeks I have been struggling with a poem, about my gran. The most amazing woman I know. Unfortunately, she is now a shell of the woman she was. Dementia has eaten everything that was her, away. Not that I want this to be a sad account, of one of the most amazing women I know. During writing the poem, I realised how amazing she was, I have so many stories to tell. Then Publishous posted this amazing prompt and it was written in the stars. Now was the time to tell the story of Stella Round a pioneer of her time.
We are programmed to react to negativity, not positivity. When you visit my local chemist you have to park on the pavement. There is a proud sign in the window that states only customers can park outside the door. Yes, it is a pavement, but it is so large it accommodates cars and pedestrians. Whilst waiting outside, I saw a lady pushing a double buggy towards the cars. The buggy was empty, I have no idea why. She struggled to get the buggy past two of the cars. Having struggled with a pram, I got out and asked if she would like a hand.