Day 142: Furniture

She sat there at her desk, typing up the notes she’d made from the meeting. She always took her notebook instead of her laptop, it had become a habit now, a 30 years old habit. 30 years, that’s how long she had worked here. She had plans of grandeur and a lustre of ambition when she first started. She believed she could conquer the world, that by the time she was this age, she’d be the Chief Executive. But here she was, 30 years in the same job, a job she didn’t even want to begin with. 30 years of tasks she hated, meetings that she disliked and managers she barely liked. So much had changed in the 30 years, she’d seen those younger than her excel beyond her wildest dreams. One of the new recruits that she had trained had become the Prime Minister 3 years ago and here she still was. She knew the organisation better than anyone, she’d become part of the company’s furniture, always there. She had grown up here, gone to school here, and eventually started working here. She felt that her life had stopped the moment she took the job. She would never forgive herself for letting the pressure of others dictate her life. And here she was, 30 years on, full of self-loading and self-doubt, wishing she could go back and change it all.

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Day 141: It’s a Sign

I looked out of the window and saw the rain pouring down. It must be a sign, I thought, a sign to stay home and not go. After praying for a reason not to go, i hoped the rain never stopped. I looked up as the sky darkened, excited to make the call to cancel. I looked down at my phone and it was already ringing.

“Don’t you dare cancel!” She said angrily on the other end of the call.

“What?” I asked, playing dumb.

“I know you, you’re looking for any excuse not to come. You live in England, you’ve seen more rain than sunshine” she exclaimed.

“I know, I’ll be there. No one said anything about cancelling” I answered disappointed at having my plot revealed.

“Okay great, I’ll see you soon”. She hung up the phone and I just stood by my window, silently praying for a storm.

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Day 140: Cactus

I stand here all day long, in the hot sun. Not a drop of water do I receive, nor love or sympathy. I’ve been standing here for what feels like an eternity, the only living thing for miles of sand. All I see before me is yellow sand, no plants or trees or life.

The last time I came across any form of life was 5 years ago. A group of them, lost in the desert, trying to find their way back home. They argued and fought for some time before stopping right in front of me. They needed the break and I needed the company. There were 3 of them, all family from what I could see. 2 boys and 1 girl, all lost together in the dessert.

She was the first one to see me, I don’t think she’d ever seen anything like me. For you see, I’m bigger than all the plants that’ve ever lived this side of the dessert. Only the strong survive. She approached me slowly, almost afraid to get too close. It’s hard being a cactus, no one wants to get close to you, no one wants to touch you.

She took one wrong step and tripped over, her right arm grazing my right arm. She screamed out in pain, almost as if I’d hurt her. Which wasn’t true, I would never hurt anyone. She looked at me with hatred and disgust, and beckoned her brothers to move on.

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Day 139: Sharing

I thought I’d dedicate today’s blog post to one of my favourite apps, the “ShareTheMeal” app created by the UN. We live in a world where you either have so much of everything or not enough of anything.m. We have so much food in the UK that 10.2 million tonnes get thrown away every year. That’s £20 billion worth of food. Household food waste alone is 7.1 million tonnes. This can fill up to 70,000 three bedroom terraced houses. That is a lot of food to waste when so many people go to bed hungry.

As a society we need to do better. We need to only buy food that we will actually eat, and find creative ways of preserving food we don’t want. The only reason I ever make banana bread is because my bananas have gone brown and I don’t want to eat them or throw them away, so I bake them. It’s the same when bread that’s gone really hard, I bake bread and butter pudding. The “ShareTheMeal” app is also a great way to make a positive contribution to the world. For £0.35 you can feed someone for a whole day!! For £5 you can feed someone for 2 whole weeks. A child won’t have to go to bed hungry for 2 whole weeks. Isn’t that amazing!

I love the app because you don’t need a lot of money to impact someone’s life. Even just a couple of pennies can give someone sustenance for a day. The best part is you don’t have to commit to it. You can give whenever you feel like it without signing up to a monthly payment (unless you want to). And you can give with Apple Pay!

If you do one thing today, I urge you to download the “ShareTheMeal” app.

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Day 138: Mailbox

And so begins the endless list

Of emails sent and unopened

Of ASOS updates and Groupon Getaways

Of Pinterest suggestions and Holiday bookings

With constant notifications of over 50 daily emails

Left unread to be deleted

Whilst tomorrow brings a fresh new batch

Of junk emails that I’m yet to unsubscribe

Just in case the day occurs

Where I might need a new outfit or discount holiday

Where I am short of ideas and suggestions

That’s when I’ll finally open an email.

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Day 137: Busy

She raced from one meeting to the other, knowing that she only had 30 minutes after this meeting to complete the report. It had been like this for the last 2 months, constantly running from one boardroom to another, never a moment to enjoy the satisfaction of having completed a task.

She sat down and opened up her laptop, barely paying attention to the meeting as her mind was on the unfinished report. She knew she had to pay attention if she wanted to understand the status of key performance indicators. She took some notes that were relevant to her, her eyes constantly reverting to the clock on her laptop. She hoped that the meeting finished early so that she had more time on the report. She opened up the report on her laptop and started to edit it as the meeting chair continued talking. A question was asked, directed at her about a report she had yet to read. She made up an answer that seemed logical from what she already knew and concluded to further look into it to report to the board.

The meeting finally ended and she bolted to her desk, desperate to finally finish she report. Halfway to her desk, she was stopped by a colleague asking for an answer to a question that was asked 3 days ago. She reinforced her answer that she will look into it. She sat down and after what felt like an eternity, finally completed the report. She looked at the time and saw that it was home time. She remembered the guilt she used to feel at leaving on time when she had so much work to finish, now she gladly leaves without a second glance or a hint of guilt.

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Day 136: Bizarre Holiday

So I googled “holidays on May 16th” and stumbled across quite a lot of bizarre holidays that I will now be celebrating.

May 16th is annually celebrated as:

Biographers Day – I don’t know if this includes autobiographers as well, but it should.

Love a Tree Day – I will definitely be practising this in the future, especially since I planted my first tree earlier this week.

National Mimosa Day – yes yes yes, I will be celebrating this next year.

National Notebook Day – I don’t need any excuse to buy a new notebook, but I’m glad I now have one.

National Piercing Day – I’ll celebrate this by buying new earrings.

National Sea Monkey Day – I don’t know how I’ll celebrate this, but I have a whole year to plan.

National Wear Purple for Peace Day – Another yes from me.

My May 16th has now become a day full of celebrations.

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Day 135: Bring on the Cheese

We live in a world where there are certain things that are so cheesy it make you cringe. And honestly I love them all, I love the cheese, the cheesier the better.

I even googled cheesy things people do just to see if I’d get annoyed and I loved them all.

I love matching clothing/ jewellery. I remember in high school when everyone had the BFF necklaces/ brackets. And it was a broken heart, and your bff will wear one half and you’ll wear the other half. I loved them. Matching clothing is the cutest thing. When I have kids we are definitely going to wear matching clothing. I mean right now, my parents, brother and I occasionally wear matching clothing and we love it!

Another absolute cheesy thing is love letters. I love love letters, I love all messages written by hand (including cards). I used to collect them, and had a huge pile in one of my drawers until I finally had to throw them all away. I think they’re cheesy and wonderful.

And finally, another super cheesy thing I love is quoting movies and tv shows. As someone who spends way too much time watching tv and going to the cinema, I love memorable lines. The amount of Cersei Lannister quotes that I’ve memorised is ridiculous.

I personally feel that we should let people enjoy what they like without making them feel embarrassed about it. For me there’s nothing embarrassing about love letters, matching clothing or movie quotes. They’re all just things I love.

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Day 134: Victory

We had no inclination that today would be the day we finally won. We approached the court with the same attitude that we usually had, one of goodwill and sportsmanship. We knew that we were in it for the team building and light exercise. After 4 weeks of this, we knew that our greatest strength was in consistency, in us consistently trying, but never winning.

We put on the bibs, elated at the colour of bright pink, joking that this was the colour of victory. No one really believed it but yet we said positive affirmations into the universe,m. I nodded and agreed, adding Richard Madden to my positive affirmations. For me it was just as likely for Richard Madden to walk into the court as it was for victory.

We played the first match, scoring 7 goals, surprised and elated at how well we were playing. I was already out of breathe, heart pounding through my chest, but eager to play on. We continued into the second match and reached 12 goals, whilst the other team hadn’t even reached 6. We all hurdled up at half time, afraid to speak it, no one saying what we were all thinking. We could win this.

The third quarter approached and the other team were getting worst. They were disheartened and angry at losing, something they had not anticipated. Our goal shooter and goal attack were playing at their best, barely missing the hoop. Each goal was like a dream, and each whistle blow a wake up call.

The final quarter approached and we were already at 18, and they had finally reached 6. We could finally say it out loud, we were going to win. We bought our top defence game, eager not to allow them to score. This was the most violent and brutal play, they were even more determined to score. Bruises and falls later, we had reached 23, and they were at 8.

We had won. The victory was uncontainable, you could see it all over our faces. We were good losers but the worst winners. We couldn’t keep it in, we just wanted to shout it from the roof tops. We were so accustomed to losing we didn’t know what to do with victory but to flaunt it.

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