My little suitcase looks sad and lonely at the bottom of the staircase.
And I guess I would have been too, if I hadn’t opened my mind and taken on board the messages yesterday to the possibility of flexibility. I have been fluid like the seaweed in the strong currents and been bendy like the bamboo.
So rather than have supper with sister, I cooked a spicy chicken for my family. And that was lovely too. My stomach still nauseous, I wouldn’t have been able to have our usual Cosmopolitans, so our day in May gives me plenty of time to recover.. #theuniversehadmyback!!!
While I was looking forward to time on the train to focus on some work, with no distractions, I have ignored the piles of washing and sat in front of the fire, written a proposal, made the necessary tweaks to my basic website, caught up on lectures.
And tomorrow, rather than take a tour of Windsor Castle like we had planned and have supper with my Dad, I will get on top of our bathroom designs with a tour of the bathrooms showrooms and be a Mum and dish out pizza and popcorn for family movie night.
My suitcase. Unpacked. It may be empty, but I am not. I remain full, happy, relaxed and ready for the next twist, turn or redirection.