Wow, last week started off with complete stupidity! How’s this for disastrous? I jumped up on Monday morning feeling terrible from hay fever. So I skipped my gym session, dressed quickly instead and decided that I’d use the extra time to get to work early and finish an article that I’d been struggling to pin down for a while.
I was ready to leave my home an hour earlier than usual and was hugely proud of myself despite feeling like a lump of mucous. I reached for my car keys in the bowl on my kitchen counter to find that they were not there. Remembering that my fiancée had cleaned my kitchen the evening before after dinner (he is quite well trained ) I dug for my Cellphone so I could call him and ask him where they were.
Looking into the screen on my beloved Berry, all I could see was a notice stating ‘sim card error’. Fuzzwuckit! I took the battery out and restarted it three times. The same error note kept popping up on my screen. Argh! So I gave up and decided to walk to my security gate (I live in a gated community of apartments) and ask to use their telephone to call the man, or at least for a lift to the office.
On turning the key in the door, my right pointer nail ripped off. Damn broken nails! My temper hit new heights and I probably turned the key with added unnecessary force as it snapped in the lock. I found myself, locked in my own house with no car keys, no phone connection and no way to get out. I felt quite ridiculous. In the world of FaceBook, Twitter, LinkedIn, instant messaging, bbm, text messaging and constant connectivity I had no way to make contact with the world, other than stand on my balcony and bellow like Rapunzel waiting for the prince to save her.
But I didn’t do that. That would have been too damaging to the ego. I will not be saved by a flat-shoed-one. Instead I found an old phone, charged it up and popped my sim card in. My fiancée helped me find my car keys (which were in my spice cupboard, I might add – argh!) and I carefully managed to get my front door open with amazing McGuyvor skills (thank goodness I’m a child of the 80s). The only broken item that remained a tragedy was the stupid nail – which I knew my elegant boss, Natalie Maroun, would notice.
Somehow I arrived at work on time and got going on the day. It took a lot of focus and concentration to shake off the negative morning of that Monday. And in all honesty, the day was awful. It felt like it dragged on forever and everything felt like a challenge.
You know what High Heelers? Sometimes life throws a tough day at us. And sometimes those days are a lot tougher than my Monday morning. But we cannot allow things we can’t control to dictate how the rest of our day/week/life is going to be. We choose to react in our own way. We choose to stand tall and never fall. We choose to be High Heelers.
This week, may I encourage you to choose to face up to whatever comes your way? To maintain your inner strength and to keep walking tall no matter how many blisters you have. You can do it. And so can I. Have a wonderful week!
Cheers,
Jo
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