Sod this, I feel like I could sleep forever!
- nancydulake1967
- Mar 6, 2024
- 2 min read
You ever get the feeling you’re making a fool of yourself by having the audacity to ‘have a go at life’? Even attempting to, dare I say it - succeed at it?
I should feel proud that my mind - both thick and stubborn - keeps me striving to achieve my personal goals; goals that are easy to dream up when in the comfort of a warm bed on a lazy Sunday afternoon - arm wrestling them on a wet Tuesday morning though, ain’t so appealing and it’s far easier to not bother at all, and instead throw the duvet back over your head and listen to Hancock’s Half Hour.
But I roll my sleeves up regardless. Having been forever at the bottom of my class at school; picking myself up, dusting myself off and starting all over again is no strange concept to me. An advantage that keeps me attempting the unattainable, with the hope that one day, I may find gold and do a little dance. (Fist bumping the air probably.)
Dunno if it’s my age though, but it’s getting harder to pick myself up these days - the fact I can’t touch my toes also doesn’t help! (Not sure why this should make a difference. Well it doesn’t, does it!)
Hope is such a distant and unrealistic word to me now. A word I feel belongs to the youth of today - the youth of any day for that matter. Words like cartwheels, hair mascara, Knickerbocker glory, hot pants and ambition.
It hasn’t always been this hard to stay motivated, I’m sure of it. And it can’t just be because I’m rubbish at yoga! I couldn’t touch my toes at school but I still managed to scrape myself out of bed in the morning. Why then can’t I find the motivation as a grown woman to keep going?!
I’ll tell you the secret once I’ve discovered it. Don’t hold your breath though! At 5’11 and almost 40, there’s no way I’m ever bending down to say hello to my feet!... This analogy really doesn’t work!
Fiona Nancy Dulake
𝑨 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈, 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔. 𝑾𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 - 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒙
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