There’s a unique joie de vivre that comes with maturing. The confidence in one’s abilities, the comfort of self and the heightened intuition. Oh, the latter makes me particularly joyful. As the gut instinct gets stronger each day, the BS falls away. Things become clearer. The list of behaviours, old habits, people, even family, that one needs to sideline, grows.

 

Am I the only one who believes that a cluttered phone indicates a cluttered mind?

 

If something makes me uncomfortable or doesn’t add value, I let it go. WhatsApp groups can be left; there are no hidden T&Cs stipulating it’s rude or unacceptable to leave. Chats get cleared regularly, and images or photos I want to keep get removed from the phone and filed elsewhere.  Am I the only one who believes that a cluttered phone indicates a cluttered mind? These are the remnants of my OCD.

 

Most of the conversations I’ve been having recently with family and friends have a familiar tone. We’re all exhausted, physically, and emotionally. COVID-fatigue is real, people. The highs and the lows. The vaxxers and the anti-vaxxers. The power is on, then it’s off. No work, too much work. I know that the Universe is a dichotomy of spirits, but it can be too much.

 

We’re still in fight or flight mode. Waiting for the fourth wave.

 

Can we come to the middle? I’m not asking for a return to what was, our pre-pandemic ‘normal’. All I’m looking for is a significant period of time when things are just average. Plain old average. Calm. No raging virus, no dramatic protests and riots, no mass anxiety. We’re still in fight or flight mode. Waiting for the fourth wave.

 

All my life, average was not good enough. But as my annual calendar signals the beginning of the sun setting on my forties, I want to embrace average. You know, the middle road where life is neither good nor bad. It just is. Where there are no frenetic highs that result in devastating lows to bring in balance.

 

Just the middle ground. Where one gets into the rhythm of the moon and the sun, with ease. Where the breath is always deep, slow, and steady. And any high or low is normalised to an even keel which eliminates the crashing lows that invariably outperform and outlast their polar opposite.

 

Heck, I’m not advocating for the removal of any creature comforts and pleasures, and it’s certainly not about an average bank balance.

 

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not about being content with an ‘average’ life or achievement. Heck, I’m not advocating for the removal of any creature comforts and pleasures, and it’s certainly not about an average bank balance. I’m expressing an emotional state. Where nothing and no-one can get one frazzled, get one’s blood pressure skyrocketing.

 

I’m moving to the middle. Who’s coming with me? Thank you for the messages, calls, gifts today. My heart is full.