It has been a strange and unsettling few months, but in the foreseeable future, I will be making regular trips to Kent to visit a relative. I am sharing this responsibility with my two younger sisters, so I am grateful we are all pulling in the same direction.
Fortunately, I am self-employed and have the flexibility to schedule visits around my work commitments. However, at the start of this episode, I was almost overwhelmed by panic and resentment (maybe a story for another day). I was thinking myself into a panic – worrying about the future and how things might pan out.
Thankfully, I am now more emotionally settled and able to take things week by week. We will need to review our options for the long term at some point, but only once we can see more clearly what is happening. The one time my imagination and incessant what-if thinking have not been helpful.
So, what was helpful?
First, I had to accept that we are facing a new reality, that this situation will continue for a while, and that there aren’t any straightforward fixes.
To look after myself physically, psychologically, and emotionally. Slow myself down and work at a pace that I can manage. Remember that saying no in the given circumstances is completely fine.
Accept what is within my control and what is not, and let that go.
Talking things through with friends and family – I do not need to carry this all alone. I have people around me.
And to quote one of my sisters – you can only do what you can do.
So, I was glad to find myself caught up in the excitement of celebrating International Women’s Day:
The idea of acknowledging and thanking my past selves as part of the day came up while I was on the @JennyGarrett retreat – How to be the author of your life story.
Then, after listening to the phenomenal edition of Radio 4’s Sunday Worship, hosted by 1Xtra presenter Swarzy Macaly with rapper Deyah and DJ Rachael Anson as guests – with their take on the Beatitudes, I was inspired to write this short piece:
As it is International Women’s Day tomorrow – I encourage you to recognise and celebrate the women who have supported, uplifted, and inspired you. But I would also invite you to celebrate your younger self, the younger versions of you that contribute to who you are today.
Consider the decisions you made in the past that you are profoundly grateful for today. What would you thank your past self for?
Today, I choose to thank the Janice – who did not give up and finally passed her driving test on her seventh attempt.
I want to thank the young woman who, when offered the chance to stay rent-free in a friend’s house, chose to save the money she would have spent so that she could then put down a deposit on a flat when needed.
Thank you to the Janice, who took the advice offered forty years ago about paying into a pension.
Thank you to the not-so-young woman who signed up for a life writing course in 2017, without which I would not have started on my collection of stories.
Most of all, I want to thank the little girl who found a way to survive and eventually thrive.
But then, after the joy of International Women’s Day, there came this:
The video clip of Diane Abbott repeatedly trying to speak at the House of Commons debate a month ago left me feeling profoundly depressed and worn out by yet another example of a Black woman being ignored and sidelined.
Then I looked again and realised what this video was showing me:
And Still, I Rise.
Because this is what we as Black women do, and if I can’t do it now because I am worn out and tired, I KNOW other Black women will until I can get back into the fray. We can support and uplift each other as we need to.
So, I will continue to celebrate Diane Abbott’s resilience, grit, and humanity with the phrase:
And Still, I Rise.
Then there were some lovely moments, too, like.
Spending a Saturday afternoon in March with the class of 82 – a few drinks, some great conversation and a few rounds of darts with the men I studied Industrial Engineering with at Hatfield Polytechnic. I cannot even remember the last time I played; it was that long ago. I’d forgotten that this was something I enjoyed, along with the odd game of pool. The afternoon and evening flew by, especially since I last met with them five years ago.
I can’t quite believe it has been forty-two years since we first met, and I don’t think we have changed that much; we are still essentially the same people.
So, I want to use a quote that sums up how I feel about them as classmates and friends:
The noir hero is a knight in blood-caked armour. He’s dirty, and he does his best to deny the fact that he’s a hero the whole time – Frank Miller.
Without them, I might not have made it all the way through, especially during our final year.
Thank you, gentlemen – you know who you are.
But then, life has a way of taking you by surprise.
This notice is not what we expected to see on Saturday 6th April after weeks of anticipation about our trip to see Tina the Musical. It wasn’t until my sister’s mobile pinged at ten minutes past seven with news of the cancellation due to cast indisposition that we knew anything was wrong.
I have no idea what happened behind the scenes, but I can only assume that negotiations broke down at the very last moment. There were mutterings about last-minute resignations.
Still, with twenty minutes to curtains up, we didn’t have long to find an alternative. Luckily, we were in the middle of theatre land and, within ten minutes, had secured the final three seats for The Play That Goes Wrong at the Duchess Theatre – promoted as Fawlty Towers meets Noises Off, though I would say with some elements of pantomime.
And some of you will already know my love of all things pantomime.
I enjoyed the silliness of the characters trying to hold things together, the helpful audience participation, the physical comedy, and the incredible cast who brought it all to life. Timing was all with this production, and it was fantastic to see how the cast interacted with the cleverly designed set; many moments made me laugh and jump simultaneously.
So, thank you, Duchess Theatre, and the production of The Play That Goes Wrong – after such a stressful period, you saved our special evening, and hopefully, we’ll see Tina in the not-too-distant future.
Until next time