Day 28 - Sunday
So the sun has returned, albeit playing hide and seek with clouds. However, this was my chance to do some washing at last, which was good so that I could reduce the building pile of clothes!
Breakfast on the open fire was bacon, eggs and pitta bread with salad - such luxury and one that we often take for granted at home.
With my washing of clothes done I realised that I did not have enough pegs (which a previous tenant had left), to hang my clothes on, so I fashioned some out of narrow willow twigs. They will not win any awards for cunning design, but they at least do the job.
I wandered down to the beach to collect driftwood for tonight's fire, and was rewarded by the sight of the seal again - I assumed it was the same one. This time, seeing him/her closer, I could see it was a 'biggun' and most likely an Atlantic grey seal which are known to feed off our coastlines.
Such a pretty sight watching the seal bobbing on the gentle swell on its back, without a care in the world. I watched him/her for at least half an hour, before it just disappeared to hunt further up the coastline.
Having then sent my 'x' to Buffy, I wandered back to the bothy to catch up with diary notes. Whilst sitting there writing an enormous, and I mean enormous hornet came to say hello. I have not seen any wasps yet, but this one was absolutely a huge hornet. The instinct tells you to ' run away' but then I thought I would just sit and watch as it explored every corner and every window looking for a chance to get out. He/she was a most impressive specimen and after 5 minutes or so, found the open door and departed. We quite often think of hornets as being aggressive, but I am not sure about that - definitely if one tries to mess around with a hornets nest, but individually I think they are ok.
As I emptied my back pack of driftwood it really occurred to me what a magical process the driftwood goes through.
Think about it.
That piece of well worn, smooth, sometime gnarled, sometimes small or huge bit of wood has a real history behind it.
Somewhere on our planet, a seed grew into a tree - perhaps high up on a mountainside, or beside a river or even the sea. Then circumstances prevailed and it fell into water, perhaps a stream, a river or beside the sea, but it eventually washed into the sea to start its journey. Throughout its time in the sea and ocean, it will have be driven by tides and currents either for short distance or around the whole of the globe, who knows. Whilst in the water the action of plankton, tiny molluscs and the salt itself start to break it down into the smooth state we normally find it in. It becomes home for many of the animals and also, I reckon, as floating landmarks on the high seas for birds to navigate to and from. As the current will only move driftwood at around 1-2 knots per hour, birds can use these as landing sites on the water as they scan their watery territory in search of food.
Then, one day, it returns to land again in the shape of a beach somewhere in the world, gets picked up and either used for art, or burnt on a fire. It's ashes then return to the earth where it first started!
What an amazing journey that a piece of wood can take!
Day 29 - Monday
The day started nicely enough with the promise of some sun at least. I am hoping for some good sunny days to get my solar charger up to full charge as I use it a lot on my camera, phone and iPad.
After a quick breakfast of muesli, I wandered down to the beach, to be stopped by the NT ranger who flagged me down to tell me the combination on the lock for the top gate had changed. Wow, that was fortunate as Buffy was arriving this morning and would not otherwise know.
I hurried down to the headland, got a signal for my phone and sent the message to Buffy. It was then that I received a message from her saying that she was arriving earlier - like in 30 minutes time! So, with a turn of pace that I had not been using of late, I half ran up the hill to unlock the gate just in case my message had not got through. I had quite a sweat one by the time I had returned to the bothy and slipped up to my 'hide'. Luckily, she came a bit later on and I was relieved to see her with the van, and thus must have got through the gate without a hitch.
After she left I then went back to the bothy.
What an amazing array of food again, including recipe lists for all my walk meals! Absolutely amazing lady, how lucky I am! Also I had prawns! Cannot wait to cook those tonight with stir fry!
Off after lunch to walk to Clovelly and back - I was trying to step up my walking in readiness for the big walk home.
It also allowed me to view the sea from different angles, and it was quite interesting to watch how, over a comparably short time, the colours and frequency of waves change, even when watching the same patch of water. It was so hypnotic that I drifted off again into a different space (getting a bit of a habit this!). I was imagining those first arrivals to the shore line and how they battled with the incumbents.
These people seemed to be Norsemen, but they could have been sea travelling Celts from Ireland. I have no idea how historically accurate that vision was, but whatever, it seemed like a real struggle getting off boats whilst being pelted by rocks thrown from above! I think I as in among the sea invaders, and seeing our small boat sunk a few feet from the pebbly shoreline, thinking well, we came to plunder, now we are going to have to stay!
I came to with sea birds circling near me - for a daft moment I thought they were vultures!
Time to move on as the sun was definitely shifting across the skyline. I very seldom wore my watch now, because I could get the time (+ or - 30 minutes) correct by seeing where the sun was in the sky. The weather had also changed and a light drizzle kicked in, and stupid me, I had not brought my wet proofs.
In an hour I was back at the bothy, and started to prepare my meal, whilst glancing at the window to see for a break in the sky so I could light my fire. At 7pm there was that break and I lit my cook and cooked a most delicious prawn stir fry.
It was when I sat down on the outside table, that I noticed the beautiful tiny feather behind the 'heart stone' - most definitely Buffy, the darling had left it there for me. I love her!
The sunset tonight was particularly beautiful which a myriad of colours of indigo, purple and greys gently mixing with the orange glow. A wonderful end to the day.
Day 30 - Tuesday
I woke to light drizzle and mist coming off the sea and gently rolling up the valley.
For the first time I heard the unmistakeable sound of a cuckoo someone up the valley, but coming towards me as its call got louder. I quickly got some clothes on hoping to see it. And I was rewarded with a male/female flying down to land on a willow opposite me. They are not big birds, around a dove or small pigeon size I would say with a long tail and grey wings but light striped body. I think they are visitors to our country, but normally herald the start of spring. They of course are the birds who lay eggs in others nest, getting the other hapless bird to feed and bring them up.
After a few calls, it was off heading down the valley. It was really great to catch sight of one, as I really cannot remember the last time I actually saw one, rather than just hear one.
I donned my wet proofs again for a soggy walk along the beach. It was warm though which was a blessing and I actually felt pretty warm. Most of the driftwood was too wet to collect, so I busied myself peering into the rock pools searching for an elusive crab or lobster. Nothing to be seen except the odd little fish darting about.
I started thinking about the dream I had last night which was all related to red serpents. Perhaps this was brought on by my serpent wood in the garden? It occurred to me that serpents represent removing old 'stuff' like habits when they shed their skin.
That was a message for sure aimed at me.
The red electric dragon paper that Alexis gave me, refers to activating in order to nurture. My interpretation of that statement was to move forward in order to truly get closer to the things you love and cherish. Moving forward in this case means leaving behind anything that is not useful in nurturing. That thought process really resonated with me and what has happened to me over the past 30 days.
Another statement is about being guided by the power of life force. I have witnessed and felt that power during my time, be it watching the life force of the ocean, or the opening buds of a dog foxglove flower, to seeing, and I mean really seeing and appreciating all that is around me here in nature. I get that from the physical aspect of seeing and hearing, but also during meditation when I pretty much always now, feel the spirit behind the wonder of our world and our part in it.
Back at the bothy, I got out of my distinctly wet wetproofs and had a bowl of soup inside, as yet again it's too wet to cook outdoors. I also went through another pang of sadness and loneliness that I was not with Buffy and the others. Maybe, my heart was telling me that longer periods of solitude is not my path anymore?
With a grey evening making everything darker earlier, I was tucked up in my sleeping bag by 8pm.
Day 25 - Thursday
Fantastic to wake up to the sun peeking out from massive cumulus clouds! Today the weather is going to be kind I am sure - after all it cannot keep raining can it? I can do a good clean out of the bothy, which after a few days of being pretty much inside for most of the time, was resembling a Chinese laundry, with clothes hanging up everywhere trying valiantly to get dry.
A word about the dawn chorus here.
Surrounded as I am with trees covering this little valley in ancient woods, there are a plethora of birds. I also think that with the proximity to the sea on this western side of the English coastline, there are more different varieties of the feathered kind inhabiting the trees and hedgerows.
I have counted upwards of 30 different varieties and they all have their own distinctive call and song. The chorus starts early, just after 4am as the very first vestiges of light appear on the eastern horizon. It usually starts with the crows flying from their roosts at the tops of the trees across the valley. They are noisy birds and probably 'kick start' all the others. Robins and blackbirds start to get in on the act, and as they are lower down and much closer to the bothy, they tend to get my attention. Soon they are joined by the cooing of the numerous pigeons and the rasping cackle of the jay, by 4.30am we are in full swing. The jay (I think there is only one in this part of the wood) often lands of the bothy roof, hopping along the top cackling away. Outside at ground level, 'no tail' adds to the orchestra of sound, so by 5am we are in full swing and no chance of dozing back to sleep! The buzzards join in as they leave their nests for an early morning glide around the heavens looking for breakfast below. The cacophony of sound first thing is a thing of beauty, and can only really be appreciated away from built up areas.
Day 26 - Friday
I woke up to clear blue skies as the sun makes its way up over the hill behind me, stretching its long subliminal ray's of warmth across to the other side of the valley. I know it will be a beautiful day when, by 5.30am the first ray's illuminate the tops of the old oaks standing proud on the far side.
After a quick breakfast, I get my shorts on and wander down to the beach. Before dropping down the last 200 metres or so to the sea, you come across the south west coastal path which bisects the beach path at a small bridge where another old, building (being renovated) stands. I wanted to first have a look for the 'elusive' Peppercombe castle, which although marked on the map, I have yet to find evidence of. The trees and undergrowth at the top of the path and along this stretch are thick and guard its secret location. And a secret it remains, because despite looking in the obvious (and less obvious) places I could nothing in the shapes of old walls, sunken tracks or obvious viewing points. It was a little disappointing but I will go back again to search on another good day.
Further along the track are pre-ponderous amounts of bluebells. Only in Herefordshire were we once lived have I seen so many adorning another ancient wood called Athlestone. But here, the sight was incredible. The loveliness of the bluebell is not so much as an individual flower, although indeed they are very pretty specimens with the 'bell' of the flower hanging downwards supporting by its slender stem. For me, the beauty are in its numbers. Along this track, either side there are thousands of them growing, a massive and overwhelming splash of colour - a sea of blue among the greys, browns and greens of the wood floor.
As it was still early, there was little chance that I would encounter any walkers, so I found a small glade to one side and tip toed through the bluebells and found a spot highlighted by a sun beam breaking through the canopy above. Here, I just lay down on this wonderful carpet of blue and just closed my eyes. It can only be described as magical. The smell of the bluebells covered me and the warmth of the early sun bathed me, and I imagined fairies dancing to their hearts delight! I spent perhaps an hour or so there, knowing that this type of experience only occurs once a year, as soon, the bluebell will retire and fade until spring next year.
I returned along the track and went to the sea to collect driftwood for my fire tonight. The beach was deserted and the tide was on its way out, the water to return in 10 hours or so.
As I turn my phone on to send my 'x' to Buffy, an alert comes up reminding me it was May 19th and the anniversary of Adrian's passing. It was strange, that over the past few days, I had been thinking of Avebury and its enormous majestic stone circle, and obviously with that connection came Adrian. A year ago, he passed and I cannot believe that amount of time has passed already. Shortly after his funeral ceremony at Avebury, I had gone off for my first time of solitude onto Dartmoor. Whilst there, I am convinced that his spirit was close to me, even to the extent that I believed I had a conversation with him whilst sat in the Grey Wethers stone circle. Back at the bothy, I lit a candle outside which promptly went out, so I lit my fire instead - partly to cook food on and partly to have flame/light whilst in mediation sending love and peace to his spirit, but also to Helen his partner and Gracie his daughter. It was a poignant evening...
Day 27 - Saturday
The rain has returned! That's put a dent in my ambition to wash some clothes and cook outside. By careful use, my little gas canister is still running and long may that last as I restrict myself to a morning cuppa and a mid morning cup of coffee. I am hoping to be able to set off on my walk home with the last canister still yet to be used. That way, I can pretty much guarantee that I will at least have hot drinks. I estimate that the journey home will be around 150-170 miles (it's around 100 miles by car), so I will need to average 20+ miles a day. Normally I would have considered that very 'doable', but with my overall pace now having slowed down and the fact I will be carrying a large pack, it will be a good challenge.
Despite the rain, I donned my wet proofs and went 'walkabout' up into the woods opposite me. After an initial steepish climb, the wood opens out a little with a wide variety of mature trees. A mixture of oaks, ash, beech and lime trees adorn the hillside, all of which are pretty big and old. I found a quiet spot at the top and sat down at the base of, clearly, an ancient oak. It was a wonderful feeling sat with my back against such a mighty tree with the knowledge that hundreds of years ago, it started life as a tiny acorn. The trees have an energy about them which is noble, steadfast and gracious. One could almost feel the sap running through to all the branches above me, given to the tree by Mother Earth and, of the light of the sun.
Sitting there reminded me of the film Avatar, where one massive tree was the home, both physically and spiritually to an entire community. It was their sacred home. They say in parts of the U.K. there are very old yew trees. Some over a thousand years old and more - often found in churches, where once gathered the ancient Britons and Druids to connect to a sacred being, a sacred space. Most old Christian churches occupy the site of such pagan gathering sites, unashamedly taking over the space in order to convert the 'savage pagans' as the Romans called the Druids to Christianity. And yet, it was our forefathers connection to the world in nature around them, that allowed such a deep connection to nature and our earth, that many of us lost eons ago.
Sitting there surrounded by huge trees allowed me to connect to all that was around me so much easier than normal. A squirrel dashing around the beech trees, the blackbirds swooping through the glades, the butterflies dancing with abandon over the wild orchid looking flowers, all took on a slow motion passage as I watched with heightened awareness of what was around me.
My eyes started to close and I drifted off. I knew I had been asleep there on the forest floor, because firstly the sun was beaming through the trees, and secondly my stomach groaned complaining it was hungry! I had no watch on me but knew I had left the bothy around 10am, and when I got back it was 4.30pm, and I had only walked a quarter of a mile away! I must have been asleep on that wooded hillside for upwards of 4 hours! Amazing.
The weather held enough for me to have a hot supper over the fire of spicy butter beans with vegetables. Even though I had slept during the day, I was tucked up and sleeping by 8pm!
Day 21 - Sunday
It absolutely poured down last night from around 5pm onwards. I had two sets of visitors to the bothy. Firstly, around 6pm while I was waiting hopefully for a break in the rain to light my fire, two guys came up to the front of the bothy, peered in, saw me and turned away. I felt sorry for them as it was really pelting down, but then skin is waterproof and it does rain in England!
I was asleep so it was at least gone 9pm and just about dark, when I was woken by someone trying to bash the door down. That woke me up, but before I could shout out anything, they (I think it was two people) wandered around the corner and stood in the outside loo! After about 5 minutes of mumbling, they left just as the rain got even harder! I think it is to do with the fact that the sign on both tracks to the bothy, does not say 'private', and hardened walkers might actually think that it was a bothy for general public use to get out of the inclement weather. Anyway, it took me a while after to get back to sleep afterwards.
I woke up at 6am to see it had stopped raining, although there are still big clouds in the sky, but at least the sun was tentatively shining. Fingers crossed for an outside fire tonight. I set off for my 'hide' around 1130am to await Buffy's arrival. It was beautiful sitting under the beech tree where my 'lean to' was, just listening to the ocean in the distance and the plethora of birds with their songs in the trees above me. One thing that is bothering me somewhat, is that I have not seen or heard of 'no tail' the pheasant for about 3 days now? I hope he is alright.
Whilst I waited for Buffy under those trees with the gentle background sounds on the air, I drifted off into a sort of semi sleep. I was awake, but not, if you know what I mean. It was all a little surreal but it allowed me some insight into breathing, feeling how it was so different on each inhale and exhale. It's part of my meditation process now to just be aware of this simple, yet life continuing process that we all do instinctively.
Buffy duly arrived and made 2 trips from where the van was parked. One was to drop off food, and the other to bring my sea fishing kit. How thoughtful was that? With any luck I will try out fishing from the rocks once the weather has improved. More fantastic food stuffs to get stuck into. There's no chance of me losing weight this time, unlike Dartmoor where I really did. She also brought her beautiful elemental chimes which really do add to the 'magic' of the place. I have started toning (allowing sound to come forth) these add to the mysterious sounds I am creating!
Day 22 - Monday
Yet more rain! I would really like to cook outside for a change, but there is no chance of that with continuing rain. One of the interesting facets of having no internet coverage here, is that I have no idea what the weather will do, other than guess by looking at the sky and checking wind direction and speed. Generally speaking, with no real wind but weather systems coming from the prevailing west, it tends to rain a lot. This is because the weather is all coming out of the Atlantic. When the wind veers around to the north it gets colder but tends not to rain as much.
Coming back to breathing, I think there is a lot more that I can do with this practice, prior or as part of, meditation.
First of all we can bring our attention and awareness of what is happening to us right now - thoughts, emotions and body sensations. There is no need to deeply analyse these at all, just to recognise and accept these sensations, even the difficult ones.
At this point, I bring my attention to the breath and bring my full focus to it, experiencing every in and out breath. Interestingly enough, no one breath is the same as the other - some are shorter or longer than others. Maybe only when we are asleep do we get closer to a steady rhythm rather than in our waking hours when the breath is different a lot of the time.
The breath helps me focus my awareness, but also takes me away from internal mind 'clutter' and very much into the 'now'. It is then possible to expand this awareness to the whole of my body, like the whole of my body is breathing, not just the nose, mouth, windpipe and lungs. I can now gain a sense of the space that my body takes up, as well as the immediate space around me.
Noticing that 'space' and the calmness that comes with the sensation allows me to be calm, and almost, but not quite yet, remove the ego chattering away. I reckon this is something that needs a lot of practising, but it is something I am working with.
Still no fire tonight but a delicious cold meal of salad with cheese and artichoke hearts! Thank you Buffy!
Day 23 - Tuesday
Rain. For the first time when I woke up I had a real sense of sadness not being at home with the family. I have had the odd moment whilst here, at wanting to be at home, but this morning the feeling was strong enough to make me cry.
I had to recognise the sadness, accept it, but then focus on why I was here. To know myself more, to grow as a person, but also to come to terms with past 'issues' and break the mould of unsavoury habits. I want to be a calmer and nicer person to be around - all of the time. I believe, I am getting there, so wiping away the tears and giving myself a hug, whilst sending ethereal love to my family and friends was what I needed to do.
I got the wetproofs on mid morning and walked the coastal path to Clovelly. It took around 3 hours to get there, but with the rain that meant no encounters with other walkers, which was fantastic. The sea is remarkably calm with gentle waves caressing the shoreline. Even with the grey clouds and poor visibility, the beauty of my surroundings are there to be seen.
This is something I do a lot of now walking slowly and really taking in the environment around me. It's beautiful to notice the small things and how perfect they are - tiny snails climbing baby fern shoots with beautifully formed spiral shells with the rain glistening on their bodies. The endless drifting flight of a seabird over the water, making tiny changes to the wings to bring about effortless change in direction. Many things that we take for granted, yet are all around us if we chose to look.
I remember some years ago whilst on an NLP course, we were invited to walk outside and really take in our surroundings. That moment was a real 'ah ha' moment for me as I slowed my walking pace right now to observe a countryside lane with its myriad of flowers, insects and birds.
So, next time you go for a walk, try being slower and look with focus on the world around you. Take your time, it will be worth it.
One piece of good news is that 'no tail' is back! I was absolutely soaked by the time I returned to the bothy. Should be very interesting to see how shoes and clothes dry out in the bothy with no heat.
Day 24 - Wednesday
Predictably, I woke to the sound of rain...there is hardly a breath of wind, so it could be with me all day.
I nipped out to check my wood stocks to make sure they were still dry on the off chance I could light a fire at some stage. The fern leaves covering the wood are doing a fine job, keeping the bulk of it dry and usable.
There was a slight break in the rain around midday, so I walked down with a bin liner on as protection to my jumper with my gortex extrem jacket on the outside as that was still sodden from yesterday's walk to Clovelly. I managed to get a signal and sent my 'x' to Buffy before the rain came in again.
Back in the bothy, I had a quiet lie down in meditation exploring the dream I had last night involving Bella (my daughter Isabelle) and the hurt lady (see an outline of the dream below). I was not able to fathom much except it seemed that Bella was extremely thoughtful of that person and at the same time practical about what to do immediately. We so often ponder many different options without actually 'getting on with it' but it confirmed in my mind how resourceful Bella is in many situations.
For lunch, as it was still raining, I did a little experiment with food. I could smell the Camembert cheese (I have two cakes now) and felt I ought to start eating them before they attracted every mouse in the local environment! However, instead of just applying cheese to biscuits and eating straight off, I decided to really make a 'big deal' out of the meal. So, after opening the cake up, I just smelt it for about a minute, taking in all the olfactory senses and allowing that to linger a while in my head and body. Before cutting into the cake, I then blest the food and the cow that had supplied the milk to make the cheese, the farmer who milked the cow and the producer for turning that into the wonderful cheese in front of me. I did the same for the oatcake biscuits.
Now, and only now was I ready to taste the cheese. I cut a small piece off and placed it into my mouth - no eating yet. Now I just allowed my tongue to explore the textures, a bit of crust and underneath that a beautiful soft and creamy 'goo'. After allowing that sensation to build up, I noticed my salivation increasing - memory banks in the brain had sent signals to my mouth, my stomach and my mind as to what to expect.
Then I bit into the 'goo'. The sensation was incredible. It was like going back in time but fast forwarded cinema scope images of times of holidays in France, times at home, times when Camembert was put in front of me. What a wonderful gustatory extravaganza!
The bottom line is that I think if we slowed up our eating habits and really appreciated every mouthful slowly, instead of gulping it down, how much more we would appreciate the food in front of us. It was a memorable slice of time doing a simple thing and eating cheese!
The day just slipped away, and being dark and grey throughout, night seemed to come earlier than normal. My evening meal was a cup of tea and a crab salad with pitta bread. Very nourishing and wonderful to taste.
I was with Bella and we were somewhere hot, I have a sense it was on the Mediterranean coastline. We were looking down a valley and saw a tourist type bus dropping some folk off at a large villa. Just as one largish women was climbing off the back, the driver set off and she fell with real crash to the ground. I ran down the road to see if there was anything I could do. Apparently she had a broken leg, and without doubt a head injury as blood stained the side of the road. She looked grim. Really grim. Everyone around us were stunned, silent and in shock. No one had called for an ambulance, so Bella charged off back up the hill to 'our place' to phone for one. What seemed like only seconds she had returned and started to administer immediate first aid and holding this lady’s hand murmuring encouraging words. A crow flapped its wings on top of the bus and seemed very animated towards us by calling its rasp 'craw craw' sound. From nowhere came a helicopter which landed beside us and her the injured lady away. It was all so fast. We walked back up to our villa with the crow flying in between us the whole way. Odd...
I was toying the other day with the word ‘mindset’. It seems to be used everywhere to describe attitude and behaviour, for example having a positive mindset or a negative mindset are words that are in common use – particularly among athletes.
But then I started to focus on the word, and realised that having ‘set’ in the word meant, like concrete drying and setting, it would be very difficult to change the mind. I started to think about having a flexible approach to attitude and behaviour, and of course, the word ‘flex’ came into play – and by combining the pair we get mindflex!
But how can we change our minds to having flex or flexibility and start using the term mindflex?
Say “thank you” every day to change your attitude about life.
Practicing gratitude rewires our brain to think about positive things, the things that we have going for us, instead of the things we do not have and that can leave us feeling frustrated and unhappy.
Why not create a gratitude journal and write in it for 5 minutes each morning when you wake up or just before you go to sleep? List 3 things you are grateful for in your life right now. It can be the simplest of things, such as having a warm bed to sleep in, a roof over your head, a family that loves you, food in your fridge, a dog or cat that you have as your pet. Get specific: if it is a family member, write down which of their qualities you are grateful for.
Adopt a ‘growth mindflex’ – see I used that word!
Henry Ford once said: “Whether you think you can, or you think you cannot – you are right.” In other words, the view we adopt for ourselves profoundly affects the way we lead our life. For example, if you believe you can think more positively, you can make it happen. Conversely, if you don't believe in the power of positive thinking, then it doesn’t matter how much others will tell you how great the benefits are.
How can you think more positively? Start nurturing a “growth mindflex” (versus a fixed mindset). If there is something about your current mindflex you do not like, the good news is - you can change it for the better.
Treat happiness like a habit that you can implement in your life.
A happy life cannot exist without you creating it.
What does that mean?
It means that every day you need to actively look for what you can do to become happier, instead of expecting life to just become happy on its own.
How can you do this?
Apply some positive psychology to the way you lead your life, and you will feel a more positive impact on your attitude, your motivation, and your relationships with people.
Do one small thing every day that makes you feel good.
Doing what we enjoy boosts our happiness levels, which is why it’s important to make the time for activities we like to do. Depending on your personality, it could be a solitary activity or something fun you like to do with a partner or friend. Make time to practice it every day. For example:
Replace saying “I can’t do this right now” with “why not?”
We all feel like procrastinating on some things in life, it’s human to do so. It doesn’t require a lot of effort to procrastinate. In fact, it’s almost a default reaction to something challenging that’s in front of you. Try these ideas to beat procrastination:
Develop a positive attitude towards your mistakes.
Making mistakes is a normal part of life. It’s how you approach them that matters. Try a different strategy of viewing your past by forgiving yourself for mistakes that you made. Reflect on them, learn from them, but don't hold on to them. This applies to your relationships, your career, your education and other areas of your life in which you feel you didn’t achieve what you wanted or underperformed in some way. By changing how you relate to mistakes, you will give yourself more freedom to manage your future more successfully.
Do not waste time with toxic people.
Toxic people may claim they are your friends, but they are not. What makes them toxic is their negative attitude towards everything, so it’s not likely they can give you a boost of positivity. Be very selective who you spend your free time with, and next time a toxic person wants to monopolize your time, just say no. Tell them you’re busy. Don’t engage in negative banter. You're better off spending free time on your own doing something that makes you relaxed and happy.
Take a more positive look at yourself.
Instead of being overly self-critical about everything you do (or everything you feel you’ve done wrong), switch to looking more closely at the best version of yourself. You know who that is. It’s that version of you that you strive to be, that you’ve always wanted to be. It’s the version of you who knows what is right, what needs to be done, how much time needs to be sacrificed, which goals need to be pursued.
Always keep a conversation going between the self you currently are and your ideal self. Whenever you are contemplating your next move, ask the best version of yourself what’s the right path to take, then go in that direction. This technique ensures that you see yourself in a positive light, which in turn will give you more motivation and a greater likelihood of success in your endeavours.
Think Mindflex and forget Mindset!
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