I don’t know about you, but I am 100% ready for Summer Holiday Mode.
Lockdown, half lockdown, not lockdown, partial lockdown – it’s all been an odd mix of incredibly busy and fairly chilled. Now, school’s out but clubs are back on, along with general socialising and catching up with those loved ones not seen in person for months on end. Given all the at-home time we’ve had, some of you might be raring to go this summer – but for me, as every year, it’s time to slow down. And apparently, I’m starting now.
The Happy Chair Co always tends to slow down a little bit over the summer – partly because people mostly want to buy furniture in Spring and Autumn (we are all animals, feathering our nests) and partly because with three young (although increasingly independent) people home all day every day, production time is, ahem, limited. Plus we need time to drink ginger beer and eat cake and pickled eggs, Famous Five style, while I’m still allowed to hang out with the young people.
So, I am remembering what I said last summer – embrace it. Embrace the slow movement -which doesn’t necessarily mean doing things slowly, but doing them wholeheartedly – if you’re having lunch, enjoy it; don’t stuff it down so you can get on to the next thing. Pay attention to what you’re actually doing rather than what you think you should be doing. Easier said than done, that’s for sure, when a mountain of jobs both domestic and professional are waiting for you, and you flippin’ love ticking things off your to-do list, and especially when there’s a huge external pressure to ‘get back to normal’ – but it’s worth it.
When I was a kid I remember going on a trailer ride – we must have been at some kind of fair or agricultural show, and we all climbed on the back the trailer behind the tractor and sat on bales of hay and rode around the farm. There was a gap between the trailer floorboards, and when I looked down, the ground beneath us was rushing past so fast, it felt like we must be racing along. But when I looked up and over the side of the trailer, the hills and fields were just rolling gently past. We were going the same speed, traveling the same distance at the same rate, but looking down through the tiny gap felt dangerous and fast and a little bit scary. Looking up meant I could see so much more, and it was a treat. So this summer, like last, and I suspect, like next, I’m trying to look up, over the jobs and obligations and stresses, to see the bigger picture, because it’s beautiful, and I don’t want to miss it.
Have a great week,