I’ve been stuck inside all day. Partly because the rain has been pouring down so heavily it floods our wooden house, gushing under doorways and through windows. Partly because I’m suspended in state of panicky limbo and I can’t bear the thought of dealing with anyone or anything. I woke up this morning, half buried under a big pillow and my first thought was to wonder what I am going to do if all my plans fail? Essentially it was a ‘then what?’ moment. A moment that came almost before my consciousness did, like the dream I’d been having about the failed pedicure business* transferred to my own life.
So the question. Then what? What the f*#k do I do if none of my plans work? Breathe I guess. Take a big, deep breath. And remember the story my friend Melly told me about her two friends on their first day back at work after a very extended break;
Friend One: “You must be feeling a bit like me today. Like – ‘What do we do now?’”
Friend Two: “Yes. What do we do now?”
Friend One: “First we make a cup of tea.”
Friend One and Friend Two go to the work kitchen and make a cup of tea.
Friend Two (sips tea): “And now what do we do?”
Friend One: “We wing it”.
So if all else fails I’m going to make a cup of tea, and then I’m going to wing it. And be eternally grateful to Melly for sharing her story.
* On a side note I was quite surprised to see said business alive and well when I went to my local shopping centre the other day. It was such a vivid dream I was sure they really were closing down.