Sometimes, you find that there is a rush of all sorts of decisions to be made, coming from all angles, directions and corners of your world. You are stood in the middle of a landscape, and like an avalanche approaching, there is a rumbling as you see various tasks, slowly creeping their way towards you. All of a sudden you are smothered, as all these decisions and tasks culminate at the same time. This of course is life and we are all juggling.
Don’t worry, I am not about to start going into laborious detail about my own deluge. However, let us just say there have been a few decisions made of late, deadlines met, along with one mammoth task. Literally!
Of course, for those who still have connections with school life you will already know, but for those who don’t, I am referring to World Book Day. Taking place today in schools throughout the UK and Ireland, it is a celebration of reading, encouraging children of all ages to explore and discover the wonder of books. Entering into the spirit of the event, teachers and children around the country will have dressed up as characters from a favourite read.
Yes a truly mammoth task…..
But once again, one in which I have relished sharing in.
I am one of those troublesome mothers who actually loves getting involved in the making of a costume. Especially something of a true beast like a mammoth. Maybe it’s all those years watching Sesame Street and The Muppet Show. So, I used anything I could get my hands on; woollen felt, balls of wool (I have lots!), hessian shopping bags, copper wiring from a wreath and lots and lots of hot glue. A hot glue gun, incidentally, is a fairly recent acquisition of mine, which I am loving (even though I have no fingerprints anymore – there is a clue in the name hot of course, but clever old me didn’t realise scolding!)
Our boy loved his costume though, which is the main thing (no matter how dishevelled), and the book is proving to be every bit as exciting and funny as we’d hoped.
I have realised something this week however. You see the making of mammoths and other carefree activities, such as writing this little blog, have become very significant in my wellbeing. Unbelievably, I have been writing this blog for almost a year now and the time had come to decide whether or not to continue. I can only say that rediscovering words and writing has been the most wonderful revelation, and the thought of stopping now really brought a tear to my eye. Suffice to say, I will continue Feeling Woolly, with all my woolly ramblings. I look forward to continuing this journey, sharing the little things, getting inspired and hopefully inspiring others along the way to try something new. We never know what we’re capable of until we try and in the process of trying we might just surprise ourselves.