Here we are again, down at the sanctuary where nearly all of my tales begin their transcription from mind to text. Tonight’s thoughts are proudly brought to you by Hahn Super dry – currently, not a sponsor but certainly deserve’s the plug!
I have had another one of those day’s that challenges you from the moment you realise you should have left 10 minutes ago to crying in front of your ex at your kids Saturday morning cricket match, I know I feel you all cringe upon reading those words. A day where after crying in front of your ex despite their actual caring, considerate and even compassionate response to your suddenly new vulnerable state, I decide to collect my car key’s and take little ol’Bessie round the block for some solace to collect myself and prepare to push on through the day.
Calm down guys Bessie is the name I have given to the current beast I’m driving (if you refer back to ‘It’s just one of those days’ please note I am still currently stripped of my own 4 wheels) Yes this beast has taken care of all my mobility requirements for some time now and is ready for her retirement, which I am sure will not be long before she receives a generous package!
I have assured her she will be well looked after by Sim’s scrap metal! Only joking, she will be returned to my grandparents well looked after, fluids topped up, her fadded paint job as shiney as the rub back will get.
Anywho, after securing Bessie the safest and also furthest park from any kind of public eye (mostly because the breaks are slightly dodgy and we can’t have the locals recognizing the ol’girl who may or may not have love-tapped a few bumpers)
I take a stroll down the main street of a beautiful little country town called Lyndock, part of the Adelaide wine region, it has kept many of its beautiful highlights. One of those being the rose garden as pictured below.
Now being the happy little hippie I am, I know full well that by returning and immersing myself with nature I always receive a spot of inspiration and find a new way to look at and deal with the many of life’s quirks. This rose garden is gorgeous, I can feel myself walking directly to a bush with the warm sun’s rays shining on my face and cool breeze licking my skin from time to time I continue heading straight for this one particular bush.
Standing quietly in front of such a beautiful piece of nature I can not help myself but to pick a rose from its stem lifting it to my nose and enjoying the sweet aroma drifting from this newly opened bud. However, this moment fulfilment is short lived as I take notice of this quiet little achiever peeping through a sea of green and red.
There it sit’s the most exquisite analogy I have ever had the pleasure of finding. Yes, this pink specimen was somehow trying to find its way and shed its light through the overwhelming sea of red.
This little brand of pink roses has me curiously wondering about our mindsets and the conditioning from such a young age to believe that things are just the way the are because that’s ‘just how it is’, many of us quickly learn to stop questioning anything that does not conform and fall into line with the ‘norm’!
From such early ages, we are taught to believe that it’s easier to conform and be alike the red buds as opposed to the pink one’s that would usually be looked past, shunned for their desire to stand out and be different, their sheer determination to grow and flower…… After all, they are only following their predetermined germination lifecycle.
In many a garden these beautiful pink buds would be snipped from the bush!
How often we choose to allow ourselves to believe that we are all the same.
When in fact, the only similarities we have with each other is that we are all human, we bleed when our flesh is cut, we cry, we have extreme emotional ups and downs, we all require food and water to survive… But we are all so very unique, individuality is the true essence of our inner selves.
I love seeing someone kicking around with no shoes on, wearing tie dye clothing, donning dreadlocks, wearing brightly coloured ‘unmatching’shoes or not covering their natural beauty, embracing their natural hair colour or their sun-kissed cheeks, anything that really imply’s self-expression and being comfortable enough with yourself to be uniquely you.
Inside each of us, brilliantly unique individuals is a leader!
No matter the vehicle you drive, how well paying your job is, how wealthy your husband is, how quickly your children develop, how much or how little you were raised with, the education you received nor the clothes you wear.
We have created word’s that we use to undermine others (our peer’s, colleagues, family and friends, politians, the storeman at the local shop), to belittle them, we judge prematurely. who are we to think that we know how someone else should present themselves if they choose to be comfortable with themselves or dress ‘appropriately’, what job they should have, how they should raise their children or even a choice as simple as where to live.
None of that defines you or you’re character, it doesn’t help or hinder the ability that we all have to self-educate, to change our circumstances when the opportunity arises, the way we treat each other, the integrity and humanity we display to one another.
That’s what defines you!
As I get older I become so much more aware of the limiting beliefs and the stories we tell ourselves every day. Becoming victims of our own minds, therefore giving the power to other’s to miniplate how we choose to feel everyday, how we choose to act, what we choose to say or how well we present ourselves in difficult situations and our self-belief is so low that you don’t bother fighting for yourself anymore!
The key word there was – choice!
As a child I was raised by a young single mum, I went through multiple primary schools, from a private high school to a public one, too then leave at the beginning of year 11. I was bullied, being told frequently how no one liked me because I was fat and had no friends etc.
I had 2 choices; firstly to allow those children to take my emotional peace and leave me feeling victimised or I could ignore them and see that was a reflection of them and their poor behaviours, not a reflection of me or who I was, or who I could ever be.
I had my first child at 18 and my second at 19, I couldn’t allow myself to sit around and not feel like I wasn’t achieving anything (not that being a mum isn’t an achievement in itself) but I needed to challenge myself, to push myself and to develop the skill set’s that we’re already a great passion of mine.
And so I completed a diploma freelance journalism through an online training provider.
As the years went on I used my journalism knowledge to help me secure management roles which required an advertising and marketing background, my point here is that I had never actually completed any kind of course or had any kind of certification to say that I could do it. Just because you don’t have the necessary qualifications, don’t allow yourself to be held back from trying anyway.
We live in a world where you can get a certificate from a cereal box!
I often sit back and reflect on these guy’s they all found their fight and they were successful with what they chose to do, So why can’t I? Why can’t everyone?
J. K. Rowling: Rowling may be rolling in a lot of Harry Potter dough today, but before she published the series of novels she was nearly penniless, severely depressed, divorced, trying to raise a child on her own while attending school and writing a novel. Rowling went from depending on welfare to survive to being one of the richest women in the world in a span of only five years through her hard work and determination.
Michael Jordan: Most people wouldn’t believe that a man often lauded as the best basketball player of all time was actually cut from his high school basketball team. Luckily, Jordan didn’t let this setback stop him from playing the game and he has stated, “I have missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I have lost almost 300 games. On 26 occasions I have been entrusted to take the game winning shot, and I missed. I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”
And then there’s my ALL TIME HERO –
THE SELF-proclaimed “Greatest of All Time,” Ali had a pretty good idea of what he was talking about. He became the first man to win the heavyweight title three times and revolutionized the sport by introducing a style that went against many of the game’s sacred teachings.
As Cassius Clay, he won a light heavyweight gold medal at the 1960 Olympics and began his ascent to the heavyweight crown. On the way up he beat Billy Daniels, Archie Moore, Doug Jones and Henry Cooper.
In 1964, he challenged the seemingly indomitable Sonny Liston for the heavyweight title. A significant underdog, Clay indeed “Shocked the World” by forcing Liston to retire on his stool after the sixth round. After the fight Clay announced that he accepted the teachings of Islam and changed his name to Muhammad Ali.
Ali was both arrogant and charismatic and generated a wide range of emotions from those who loved him and hated him. He often predicted the round in which he would win and wrote poetry describing how he would defeat opponents. So talented and so fast was Ali, that he was able to box while holding his left hand by his side and often pulled straight back to avoid punches, two of the game’s cardinal sins. Nonetheless, he employed the best jab in boxing and had handspeed comparable to a welterweight.
Then in 1967, Ali, citing his religous beliefs, refused induction into the U.S. Army. He was arrested, had his boxing license suspended and stripped of the heavyweight title. He was inactive from March 22, 1967 to October 26, 1970, which many feel were his peak years.
With Ali gone, Joe Frazier tore through the division and earned the title of heavyweight champion. Ali returned in 1970 with wins over Jerry Quarry and Oscar Bonavena, setting up a showdown between Ali and Frazier.
Both men were unbeaten and while Frazier earned his heavyweight title in the ring, Ali proclaimed himself the peoples’ champion and that Frazier must beat him to become undisptuted king of the division. He did just that. In what is still called “The Fight of the Century,” Frazier dropped Ali in the 15th round and won a unanimous decision.
Ali regained the heavyweight crown in 1974 much the way he initially captured the title, by slaying a giant. George Foreman was considered invincible and the 32-year-old Ali was given little chance to beat him. The fight was held in Kinsasha, Zaire and Ali employed the now famous “rope-a-dope” to tire Foreman out before stopping him in the eighth round.
Ali successfully defended the title against a host of contenders, including the final fights of his trilogies with Frazier and Ken Norton. Finally, in 1978, Olympic gold medalist Leon Spinks, participating in just his eighth pro fight, upset Ali to win the title. However, Ali made history six months later when he defeated Spinks in a rematch to capture the crown a third time.
Far past his prime, Ali had two more fights and both ended in defeat. He was stopped by Larry Holmes, a former sparring partner and then the WBC heavyweight champion, in 1980 and lost a 10-round decision to future champ Trevor Berbick in 1981.
The most recognized athlete in the world, Ali had the honor of lighting the Olympic torch to open the 1996 Games in Atlanta. In 2005, he was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
It didn’t matter to me anymore what had set me off on my tearing tangent, or what was to come, I truly believe that sometimes you just have to take a good old stroll in nature, immerse yourself and get completely lost.. So you can be found!