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Hello From the Other Side

Though it may not seem like it to those who know me, I've officially been forced to slow down. Nothing major, but I've basically had a cold for 5 weeks, which isn't exactly normal but I suppose to be expected if you're taking immunosuppressants. It's a double-edged sword really. You have to take them to prevent your immune system from attacking all the healthy bits but in turn, your immune system has been muffled so you catch everything and take a lot longer to recover. I swear I'm not complaining, I'm so glad it's a bunged up nose and chest and not anything more severe. I literally called to suspend my gym membership before I got typing (you don't know how much that pains me, it's where I find my calm) just so I'm not tempted to head back to the gym before I have fully recovered. To be fair, I have only really just taken some action to slow down, begrudgingly and have been dashing around and about for the last three weeks, not really sitting still. This must be partly self-inflicted but when I'm feeling ok, I keep rolling with it and want to revel in it so much in case it doesn't last. Sad, I know but hey ho, such is my mindset and it truly keeps me going.

What it all really comes down to is the fact that we don't get a single moment back. Just stop and think about that. Every second passes and if you don't sit in it and appreciate it, it'll merely pass you by, as is the nature of time. I still can't believe that it's nearly the end of 2015. It has flown by and so much has happened to us all. Pages have been turned, new stories have been written, some have ended happily or otherwise and some book have simply been closed for the time being. My point is that we have no control over time and it passing, but we have control over what we do with it and how we spend it.

These are the ramblings of my mind so please humour my insights. It is just funny how something significant has to happen before we actually take life more seriously. Whether it is a positive or negative event, there are things that happen to us that just put things into perspective. We can spend so long sitting with regret and what if's. We can hold grudges and make mistakes and kick ourselves forever for things we did or didn't do. And what a waste of time that is. Sometimes it's worth just having some heart and forgiving yourself and letting go. I mean, give yourself a break! We can't control other people's actions and we can't control time. But we can control how we treat ourselves, the decisions we make and how we use what we have. I've decided to do that more and just try my best to not be so hard on myself. If I have to stop, I will. I will love wholly, feel fully and immerse myself in the joy of what I'm blessed with. Because at the end of it all, what more is there to it? Live, love, be happy and make the most of all the minutes you're given.

Slightly soppy, but here's Adele's most recent statement about where she's at right now. It kind of resonates with what I'm trying to say here. Plus I love her.



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