The Big Advenutre 17

So now all the 'should I/shouldn't I go' thoughts, all the will I/won't I moments; all the planning, booking, trips to and from the travel agent, bank, mobile phone shop, websites etc - all the doubts and thoughts of cancelling, all behind me now. Thinking about it is past - doing it is now!

A lot of people are watching me, awaiting news of my trip.

I know, because of who I have been, I have influenced and inspired others in the process of taking risks, changing, trying new things.  One bereaved lady braved going on a short UK break on her own; a friend braved an overnight stay in London joining a group of strangers to attend the Albert Hall for a centenary WI meeting, another younger woman took her young son on a seaside holiday for the first time without the support of a man. Why we fear travelling and being alone is a puzzle - we drive alone every day to and from work or to places we need to be.  Airports are not so different to bus or railway stations, flying is an everyday occurrence for the pilot and crew.  It is as safe to fly as it is to drive these days.  Being alone is a choice, there will be people in all parts of my travelling.  "Strangers are friends you haven't met yet".

I have been wished well by special friends and family.  I feel loved and privileged. 

The Big Adventure 16

And so it is time for the suitcase to have its virgin flight.  These next few days it will lay on the sofa bed, open, ready and waiting.  It will become home to dresses, shorts, beach towel and swimwear.  Toiletries, shoes, underwear etc will be neatly arranged.  Space will be filled to the maximum benefit.  Then it will be zipped up, weighed and labeled - destination Skyros, Greece.

On its journey it will be manhandled, tossed about and loaded into the plane's hold with hundreds of other similarly filled cases.  It will encircle the luggage conveyor belt and be wheeled out of Athens airport for onward transit by taxi, coach and ferry to it destination in a small hillside village on the island of Skyros.

We live such luxury lives, us holidaymakers, when, in comparison, refugees are fleeing their homelands in only the clothes they stand up in with very few or no possessions.

For us we spend a week or two in a foreign land welcomed for our financial presence but for them a lifetime of poverty, striving, being verbally abused and buffeted about, being looked down on, judged, hated even, every day.  They will be desperate to 'fit in', to make a better life, to live without fear of being shot, without the sound of gunfire every day.

I am grateful to God my life is as it is and this life path has already been ordained for me.  My fears of travelling alone are but nothing compared to immigrants at sea in overcrowded boats, in the back of container lorries and scaling fences in Calais to enter the Chunnel in a bid to come to England.  The promised land of milk and honey - but will it be?

Will Skyros be all I anticipate?  Let's go and find out, I'll be back soon.

The Big Adventure - 14

I am nearly there.  It will soon be the end of my 60th year, age 61 will begin a new chapter.  What a great year it has been, not without some seriously heart stopping moments, but after doing a review I am thanking my lucky stars, and God of course, for a wonderful year.

• Went to a fund raising event and met well known Author, Carole Matthews plus upcoming Author Christie Barlow and her friend Kim Nash, a Publicity Manager.
• Attended a Woman's Weekly Writing Fiction Workshop in London with co-leader Della Galton, well-known short story writer and novelist.
• Attended a Quiet Day Retreat in Warwickshire.
• Learnt loads about food allergies and clean eating.
• Achieved Gold Card status at the gym (5 year reward card).
• Retired from Self-Employment.
• Continue to make lovely cards at Craft Group and on-going attendance at Writer's Block group.
• Attended a West Midlands Writer's Workshop.
• Had a magazine article published and received payment for it.
• Gained new 'friends and fellow authors' on Twitter and Facebook including romantic novelist Mandy Baggott and author Mandy Boles.
• Continued to Blog.
• 3 friends had breast cancer diagnosed and treated, 1 friend had a stroke; 1 had stem cell treatment for bone cancer and 1 had a suspected heart attack. A dear friend abroad struggles with early dementia and his family are all pulling together and coping best they know how.
• Enjoyed a lovely week exploring Norfolk - loved Cromer, Wells-on-sea, Holt and Sherringham.
• Met up with lots of friends and family in coffee shops and garden centres for lunch or CAKE!
• I am up to 27,000 words on writing a novel; 15,000 words on memoir/self help book and have retyped children's stories I wrote some 30+ years ago.
• Met the adorable, munchable Ollie Nash, aged 7. 
• Lots of 'time out' at the caravan park, in hotels/B&B's and at friends' homes who live further afield. 

Quite a list, quite a year.  As my aged Aunt keeps telling me "old age does not come alone" and I feel I have been plunged into it with dear friends ill health issues.  Knowing how and when to support has been difficult, flowers, meals, drinks, kind words and a listening ear has, at times been hard but makes me so grateful for my own health and pray long may it continue.

So to round off the year perfectly on the horizon is The Big Adventure.  I will be in Skyros, a Greek Island, for my 61st birthday.  How wonderful is that?  Two whole weeks of guided tuition in writing from the acclaimed Author, Dominique Roffey.  My pen and pad will be well used and I hope on my return to have had such inspired input that I will be more focused, more determined, more self-disciplined in my writing and JUST GET ON AND DO IT. 

The Big Adventure - 15

Doubt creeps in when I least expect it.  I am going along nicely towards my goal and then things outside of myself bring doubts to my head.

• Am I really a writer? 
• Have I left it too late in life to pursue this avenue?
• Am I setting myself up for yet another disappointment in life?
• Is the holiday a waste of money, time and effort?

I ride roughshod over these thoughts and push ever onwards towards my goal, trying to enjoy the journey; the process; and telling myself "NOTHING is a waste in the economy of God" - a phrase I once heard from a lady preacher at Cefn Lea, Joyce Gascoigne, some 28 years ago when I was pursuing a very different life.  Being so much younger then I didn't analyse my actions, I went with the crowd, flowed through the river that was 'church' and all it entailed.

"So what" if I am the oldest person on the Writer's Course?  I am only 60, there is life still yet to be lived.  Any disappointment would surely be from NOT having pursued this avenue; there is no shame in trying, no catching a fish without learning the tricks of the trade as it were.

As for the cost, time and effort - well, it is true I could have bought new lounge furnishings or even a second hand car.  I could have left the money in the bank 'just in case of a rainy day', but I chose to invest in myself, in the belief that I could be a writer.  The time and effort therefore come hand in hand with the cost.  Nothing is free and nothing comes to me - I have to go out and get it.  If, like the fisherman, I come back with an empty line - hooks, rod and net having been in the wrong place at the wrong time, I will move to another spot in pursue of the prize.  Salmon fishing is an art and takes much practise, effort and money, as does becoming a writer. 

I have already thought to go on another course not so far away next year.  This is the beginning of a new direction and purpose of my life.  Until I achieve my goal, admit defeat or life events change my circumstances I will be writing, writing, writing AND learning, learning, learning.

The Big Adventure – 13

“Are you beach body ready?” the advert asks.  (There has been much protest about this poster on the London Underground walls). I 'follow' The Body Coach on Facebook, who I reckon is going to make it big time on our television screens very soon, but his 'posts' has its positives and negatives.  His food – clean, lean and ready in 15, looks simple to cook and tasty to eat.  It is nutritious and healthy, no fat, no sugar, no additives.  Brilliant, we could all do with meals in a hurry sometimes, and fast food does not have to equal unhealthy choices.

 

The not so positive messages are photos of mainly females, comparing their tummies before and after a 90 day challenge.  As yet he doesn’t seem to reveal his ‘programme’ of exercise alongside the mini clips of him cooking foods, but there is no doubt that the participants have undertaken rigorous exercise to change the shape of their tums.  The photos are impressive and I can tell they are all younger than my senior years.  I expect the photos motivate some people, as do the before and after Slimming World photos.  But for some I guess it will be a dampening of spirit and an “I could never look like that” thought.  So some people will, not doubt, scroll on past.

 

Do I need to be beach body ready?  I am not ‘on the pull’ as youngsters see the beach area; I am not ‘body conscious’ or shy.  If you don’t like my body that is your problem, not mine.  Don’t get me wrong, I have fell prey to wanting to look better and have exercised and eaten healthily for many a year but there comes a stage in life where self-acceptance of ALL that you are comes into play.  It doesn’t mean I will cease self-improvement, both mentally and physically, but I actually am ‘at home’ in my body.

 

I do look in the mirror at my tummy and sigh but I love my tummy.  It is the place that held a precious baby that grew and stretched my skin and organs to capacity.  She grew into a lovely girl and self-confident young woman.  My tummy bears the scars also of three operations in that area.  A small one below my belly button where a laparoscopy was performed by keyhole surgery; a medium sized one to remove my appendix and a long bikini line scar that signifies the end of my childbearing days and which threw me into the menopause.  My tummy, or muffin top, does hang over this long ‘zip-like’ scar and no amount of pulling in; tightening muscles etc. will change that fact.   It is literally a ‘life line’.  I have pampered my tummy with creams and cared for it as much as I know how to.  It bloats and subsides as does other peoples, it would seem. 

 

I blame the additives in foods, the chemicals we unknowingly put into our bodies but feel powerless when food merchants tempt us with chocolate éclairs; ice creams that evoke good; childhood memories; fish and chips - our English traditional seaside meal etc. etc. etc.  We cannot deny ourselves these pleasures forever and shouldn’t have too.  When will someone address the gluten in bread and cakes, when will I be able to buy things rather than have to make things myself knowing they are chemical, sugar or fat free?  So many people these days have allergies – when I was young I only knew one person with eczema and one with hay fever.  Now I am older skin complaints and allergic reactions are so popular.  What changed?

 

Anyway, you will be wondering what all this has to do with my big adventure.  Well it was the original question.  Am I beach body ready?  Yes of course I am, like it or lump it, it is the only body I have.  However, I will be going the next 21 days without bread (again) as I swear this is my main culprit.  Then two whole weeks of a Mediterranean diet will be wonderful.  Bring it on.