Robert Burns once wrote: “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” No kidding Burnsie, say I, and I’m guessing you can throw women into that mix, too because in the last few weeks all the neat little plans I’d made to launch 2023 into the stratosphere went out the window in a dramatic fashion.
ome of these goals I can discuss here, while some are a little more problematic and require sensitive handling and diplomacy. For an atheist, I’m darn superstitious. I spent a good extra five minutes on my walk last night attempting to convince the local black cat to cross my path — anything to invite a little serendipity into my world. The cat looked at me with utter contempt, turned on her paw and pranced off in the opposite direction… harsh!
Featuring at the top of my ‘recent things that went wrong’ list was celebrating a property sale before signing on the dotted line — a rookie mistake. The ‘sale’ didn’t materialise. The ‘buyers’ unceremoniously pulled out at the 11th hour.
They do say moving home is up there in the top 10 of stressful life events, so I can be forgiven for having a minor conniption when the poor estate agent broke the news. I’m beginning to feel terribly sorry for the bloke — he’s become less of a realtor and more of a therapist. Still, as the month drew to a close and the news sunk in, I realised in the greater scheme of things this wasn’t the end of the world.
The main issue was that the ‘un-sale’ sent my grand number one masterplan for this year up the swanny. I have long thought that moving home and starting elsewhere would be a positive way for me to move forward, especially after the last few turbulent years. There are lots of ghosts living in these walls, and I suppose I was hoping that embracing a new home, somewhere fresh, would help me feel less frozen in time.
The court case in Greece could, of course, be deemed a successful interlude. That was a big life goal I wanted to see through and it certainly felt like a positive step, sharing my testimony and meeting so many fellow victims in Athens last month.
However, even that encounter has brought its own set of complications and has awoken a plethora of mixed feelings. The nightmares concerning the fire and the loss of Brian have returned full-steam ahead — I guess recollecting all the minuscule details of that day wasn’t as healing an experience as I’d hoped it would be.
Furthermore, the inevitable delays in finding a resolution to this trial and the continued search for justice (we victims of Mati have been waiting for nearly five years for answers) has left all involved feeling terribly frustrated. Again, I can’t escape the feeling that once more my life has been forcibly put on hold, though in this instance I’m very aware I’m not alone in that sentiment.
The jigsaw is definitely incomplete — perhaps I need to accept that in some ways it will remain that way forever. In life we frequently don’t get the answers we most desperately want to hear.
On a lighter note, or not so light as the case may be, there’s the new year’s resolution that was always bound to end in tears — I am, of course, referring to my annual post-Chrimbo diet. I decided 2023 was the year to clean up my act and embrace a health kick — the one area I should be able to control is my ever-expanding waistline. This resolution has proven to be dramatically unsuccessful.
Naturally, I would like nothing more than to blame my failure on some external factor like the peri-menopause, or better still, fool myself into believing that some mysterious curse has beset my household, forcing me to indulge in several dozen pounds of Camembert (damn you cheese, the foe I hate to love) and countless buckets of dry roasted peanuts over the last two months.
Ultimately, I know I only have myself to blame for this sorry state of affairs. Furthermore, there’s no point in constantly accusing the weighing scales of being a dirty downright liar, though for the interim I’ve decided to banish her to the spare room until she decides to play fair and give me a break.
The truth of the matter is that I’ve turned into a stress eater of late, guzzling down my emotions with zeal (and more often than not, a side serving of chips) so the time has come to break those bad habits and take responsibility.
So while some of my plans have gone astray of late (you got a taste of the top three, but there’s at least another half dozen that have likewise gone off the rails), I’ve decided that feeling sorry for myself isn’t going to turn these circumstances around.
I’m taking back the reins where I can. No more perusing the property websites daydreaming about the perfect new home — that will present itself if and when fate decides the time is right. Likewise, I will attempt not to stalk the Greek newsfeeds about the ongoing court case. Perhaps limiting myself to a once-weekly update will help ease my angst.
I’ve issued a self-imposed barring order from the cheese counter in my local SuperValu (their dairy profits will probably plummet) and am embracing a stringent new exercise routine… or as stringent as these wonky legs will allow. I’m even considering adopting my own black cat to introduce some positive karmic energy into my universe, so I won’t have to rely on that cantankerous creature who gave me the paw the other day.
Considering I topped this article with a famous quote, I’ll take the plagiarising route once more and tail it with another. John Lennon said, ‘Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans’, so perhaps that’s key. Less planning, more living — I’ll give it my best shot!
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