My general morning routine consists of the following – coffee, something stodgey (cake preferably) and a spot of TV while I make my face look half decent.
I do try and eat healthy *pats nutribullet on the head and promises to visit soon* but I crave sugar in the morning.. afternoon and evening if I’m honest!
‘Feeding time’ is the ideal time for a spot of browsing. By browsing….I’m talking Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and the Blog to check for messages / stats etc.
I try not to get annoyed when a photo that I posted on IG, which I considered pretty decent, gets about 10 likes,while over on another account a bashed up banana, gets thousands. Daft eh? That the NFD has had a few hits, but no major viewing figures and as per normal not one single comment! Its dis-heartening.
I really couldn’t care what Auntie Pat over on Facebook was having for her breakfast! and Twitter… Pfffff …don’t even get me started on that. I’d sure I’d get more response talking to my garden wall. I Feel like screaming is there anybody out there?!!
But this morning over on Twitter I read something that put everything in perspective and made me feel very, very silly for thinking that way. It made me realise that I spend far too much time sweating over the small stuff. I’m 44 years old for heavens sake , not 4. I need to re-address my mind-set.
More so It made me cry. Buckets.
It was a piece taken from the Huffington Post and retweeted by the lovely Katie Portman ( Pouting in heels). It is the final words from Charlotte Kitley a lady who died on Tuesday, 16th September from Stage-4 bowel cancer. It’s her Goodbye.
Each word pulls on your emotions, it’s beautiful in it’s sadness.
It makes you want to seize the day, because my friend we are lucky and we can. It makes you realise that life is precious, that we should grab it by the balls and enjoy the ride. It brought home to me that there are far, far, far more important things than likes … Like Living, loving and laughing. Likes don’t make you a better person ;It’s very easy to get wrapped up in the world of social media but I hope to god I won’t be remembered for how many likes/comments I got on a post but for the impact I had on people, for the good times and the memories. For the things social media doesn’t see ..me falling down when I laugh, my mean dolphin impression ( it’s rubbish but it makes me giggle) , the fact I can drink a pint of Guinness in 12 seconds. The important little things that build the bigger picture. Build me.
With that in mind I’m going to sign off… I’m going to jump on my sleepy boyfriend and tell him how much I love him. I’m going to pop and see my mum, a cancer sufferer herself ; give her a big hug and tell her it’s all going to be ok. To ring my friends, just to say hi and arrange a much-needed night out. And because I’m feeling so elated I might even hug a stranger… or bake a cake, because I don’t bake enough; I enjoy it and it won’t get me arrested!
Please take a moment, get your tissues ready and have a read.
Later l’ll be having my usual Friday night “start of the weekend” drink. Only tonight I’ll be looking up at the stars and toasting a very brave lady who lost the battle.
“We’re all travelling through time together every day of our lives. All we can do is do our best to relish this remarkable ride.” About Time
Until next time, Tracey x