Out In The Air
(The readers all sit forward intently sensing this is going to be a high-tension and controversial post… not!)
If left to my own devices, I would probably sit inside for most of the time. Those things I like best; books, computers, telly, bed… they’re all indoors (yes, I’ve been allowed bring the bed back in, didn’t I update you on that? Sorry.)
But yesterday, I ventured out.
I should explain a bit. I go out loads, I work all week and that keeps me out quite a lot. But my Lovely Wife tends to work evenings and all of the weekend, at the moment, so that keeps me around the house quite a bit with the kids. I have few complaints about this. Like I said, I like it here.
But the point of this little post is simply this. It was Good to go outside. Really Good.
God knows, I didn’t do anything glamorous, out there in the back garden. In fact, I was cleaning drains and such. About half way through, it started to pour with rain and I didn’t mind that either. I'm a bit like Br’er Rabbit, I was born and bred in a shower patch. If I was inside, looking out, the rain would have seemed an insurmountable barrier to doing anything out there. Outside, though, looking in, it was no bother at all.
When I eventually came back in, I was tired and in bad need of tea and much (much) more contended than before I went out.
The lesson learned is therefore ‘Go Out into Your Garden More, Fool’.
Well, yes – that – but a little more too, I reckon.
It’s more about the change of routine, the change of scenery. That’s a good thing, a booster, a tonic.
And you don’t have to go half-way round the world to get it. You don’t have to jet off to sunnier climes or hit the big city or the mountain or the beach. You just have to do something Different.
And my lesson, I reckon, is that it doesn’t matter how small that different thing you do is, so long as it is Different. Even moving from one room to another can perhaps be beneficial...
At this point, perhaps, you may well say, “What the hell is he on about?”
It’s just another Pep Talk, really. For me.
I won’t get to travel very far this year, pretty much like last year and the year before that… and next year. So, in the words of our parents, I'll have to ‘Make My Own Fun’. I'll have to remind myself that fun and relaxation and peace do not necessarily lie a thousand miles away via charter jet. All those things can lie right outside in my back garden…
… in the drains.