I am attempting to do something new every day in a challenge to motivate myself through lockdown 3.0.
I was flicking through a book called “how to do just about everything” in hope of finding inspiration, when the title “how to write a love letter” caught my eye. At first, my inners shrivelled at the thought. How pathetically romantic. Yuck.
My father nicknamed my mother “The Turnip” because she is exceptionally unromantic/pragmatic and it was the least romantic vegetable of which he could think at the time. I inherited that mantle, although I’m not quite as unsentimental as mom. I adore to be sent a bunch of flowers and I am gleeful when I receive a Valentines card. What I’ve discovered about myself over the last couple of days is that I am great at receiving romance, however I have never in my life seriously tried to provide it, in the traditional sense. I’ve sent sweet cards with a couple of lines in them but I’ve always steered barge-pole clear away from those blokes in college who wanted to quote Yeats or any shite like that. In my life, I’d rather do “surprisingly sexy” than “romantic”.
However, I am scraping the bottom of the barrel in terms of finding new firsts and it is Valentines Week. What the hell. So yesterday I did something I had never in my life done before and never ever thought I would; I wrote a serious love letter. Because my husband is not an idiot, I made it as sincere as possible and ignored a lot of the hyperbole trash I found on the internet. I refrained from comparing his mouth to a rosebud and just spoke about our lives and how I do appreciate him; that I see him. He was very touched. It turns out I’m a bit repressed emotionally and just assume everyone around me knows I appreciate them, without me having to demonstrate it. So, I guess I could grow from this instance and learn to articulate my gratitude more regularly. That could be a huge positive to come out of this challenge.
Today I gave myself an easy first and learned to play sodoku. I can see why it’s so addictive. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.
In case you’re interested, the self – brainwashing is going very well. I continued it yesterday and today and I still haven’t snapped as crabbily as I did, pre-brainwashing. So that’s good. The true test will be tomorrow. Wednesday is the grisliest and most agonising homeschooling morning of the week. If I can ride that storm like a calm gliding seagull, then I will be a self – reeducation fan for life.
I have no clue what I’m going to do tomorrow in terms of a “first”, and it’s due to snow. If any kind soul out there has any suggestions, I would simply love to hear them..
Diary of my “Firsts/New Stuff”:
Day 1: went to a local park to which I’d never been.
Day 2: Cooked asparagus (yes I’ve eaten asparagus before but for some reason had always been scared of cooking it)
Day 3: Read a French poem – Demain, des l’aube by Victor Hugo. It is simple yet astonishingly beautiful.
Day 4: Cooked chicken tikka masala.
Day 5: Brainwashed myself into enjoying homeschooling
Day 6: Took a break – yippee!
Day 7: Cooked chilli con carne
Day 8: Wrote a proper love letter
Day 9: Learned how to play sodoku
7 Resolutions for 6 days over 5 weeks.
- Continued embargo on crisps, fancy cheese and booze (except those used in cooking)
- Meditate for ten minutes
- Go for a run or a walk
- Do something new – I’ve never done before.
- Clean the kitchen every evening
- Do at least 5 sun salutations every morning
- No eating after 7pm (cutting my reprieve down to only one day per week but have a feeling I won’t be able to do it and will revert to Friday & Saturday)
Proof I learned sodoku: