Doorways…

I was coming back home the other day, weary and dirty, and my arms were full of a vacuum cleaner, pipe, nozzles, cloths, long duster on a pole and goodness knows what else. Walking down our street, I had seen something that I needed to think about, yet I already knew it required a hard decision and would take me a good few hours to put right, so my mind was elsewhere. You already know this story is not going to end well…

I reached the main front door (which is huge) and as I came through the long duster fell from my arms and I instinctively lent forward to catch it and everything cascaded out of my arms bar the actual vacuum. It made a racket and my landlady opened the inner door with a smile and a ‘Do you need help, Jane?’

‘Sorry’ I replied ‘I really ought to have put some things down before I came in!’

She put it all back in my arms and I manhandled it up the stairs to my place.

How many times do we think we’re saving time by carrying too much? Or, find our minds on something else entirely so we’re not ‘in’ the moment. There’s much talk in these times about being present and this was a classic example of being scattered.

It made me think later and I promise I wasn’t trying to do something else at that moment. I have been setting up a project in the last few months and it has become a business, which is a new door for me. Things kept getting stuck and I have discovered that I was trying to carry some outdated thinking, stories and beliefs through that doorway. At each stalling point, I made myself aware of my thoughts and kept them in check, edited, or deleted them as needed. It’s surprising what happens when we do that. ❤

47 thoughts on “Doorways…

  1. As ever, you introduce your thoughts and ideas with humour and kindness. I find change so difficult to deal with and the more tired I am the more I tend to stick with the old ways and avoid the new!
    Best of luck with your venture, Jane xx ❤ ❤ xx

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  2. If I have a lot to bring in from the car, I will often leave the heaviest bag at the front gate or out on the front porch and walk through the door with ease. I just have to remember to go back and get the heavy bag. It rarely has to wait outside more than 15 minutes.

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  3. Beautifully expressed reminders Jane. It’s sometimes difficult to find balance when we really want to slow down but must keep pace with the daily grind and rush to get things done. We need to all take a step back. Breathe. ❤ xoxo

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  4. Doorways are a great metaphor, Jane, as well as a real barrier or opening and welcome opportunity. I notice the same as you…that they are full of messages to pay attention. When I’m not supposed to do something, doors are such a hassle, and I really need to stop and evaluate my choices. When I’m on the right path, they fling themselves open. Great post. 🙂

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  5. My father was a tad sarcastic … well, maybe a little more than a tad – He used to call what you were carrying a “lazy man’s load”. Instead of making two trips a lazy man will try to do it all in one and get hurt of break something. The alternative is a cart! Over here we have a tool store called harbor freight and they seel a reall meat folding hand truck. That, a milk crate and a few bungie cords and all you are rolling without trouble, and the cart fold flat into a closet when you need it. I learned that from the survivalists. Every one says you need something with wheels. (See any old B&W photo of war refugees fleeing a bombed out village, they are either terribly burdened, or pushing/pulling a garden cart or wagon). Maybe I’m a little overboard with this comment, maybe I’m missing the point altogether, but while you are still doing this and getting on with those new plans of yours why not make life a stroll in the park, instead of a fight to get home in the evening 😉 BTW – what a “fine” hand knits, link cashmere and angora, and you know you live in The Beatle’s home town. I can think of several ideas to capitalize on that one 😉

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    1. Hello lovely Pete, it’s so good to hear from you. You have reminded me of my Dad’s trolleys in his workshop. Moving heavy things it took the strain out if it. I had a boyfriend once who used to say (to me) ‘lazy man’s load’. I used to retort ‘Help me then’…he didn’t last long and I can’t think why. 😉 You may recall that I lost hours when I was asked to crochet 12 inch high Beatle dolls. That didn’t last either! I am really laughing now and I can’t wait to hear your ideas. Hugest hugs for you both, with oodles of <3.

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  6. I love how you segue into a metaphor so seamlessly and strike deep at the heart of the matter. I for one, am guilty of reluctance to change and it’s only when I finally acquiesce that I realize how foolish I was. On the positive side, it appears you actually can teach an old dog new tricks (or ideas).

    Well said, Jane. Hugs.

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  7. “I made myself aware of my thoughts and kept them in check, edited, or deleted them as needed. It’s surprising what happens when we do”

    Jane,

    You rock! Reading your words made me realize, again, how in tune you are with self and universe. That’s a very good place to be.

    As always, my thanks for the thoughtful wisdoms that you share.

    Sarah ❤

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  8. This is when the much used word “mindfulness” comes in handy. Can take
    us time and pain before the simplicity of this works itself in.

    I think many of us recognise themselves in your story, trying to do things faster …..

    miriam

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  9. It seems one of the hardest things to do is cast off the old in favor of what works better simply because the old is familiar. I think it is good to think about changing and trying new things just for the sake of adapting to change. May keep our minds sharp as we age.

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