Linking up as ever with the divine Lisa-Jo.
5 minutes, just 5 minutes, to write.
This week’s prompt is: FULL.
I’m often described as one who sees the glass half-full.
And my life often feels full. Full of friends, cuddles, noise, laughter, challenges, the echo of boys stomping down the corridor rushing out to break, the wedding invites from friends, the pitter-patter of another set of tiny feet, the badgers on the bed, the noise of the buses and sirens outside our window, the piles of papers I’m sorting through ever so slooooowly in my classroom. Life feels full.
And bizarrely, it’s in this season of (chilling out, maxing) relaxing and taking my foot off the gas that I learn to appreciate how full my life is. On occasion, I’ll hold my hands up, I let the judgement of others colour how I see my life. I worry about the things I don’t do, don’t have, the ‘life goals’ (ugh, spurious and misleading invention of women’s magazines) I haven’t reached yet, the job I don’t do, the weight I can’t lose. And I lose sight of the fullness all around me.
The full up feeling that comes from living a life that I love.
I float around all day in a Claire bubble, protected by the love of the people I’m lucky enough to call my love, my family and my friends. Whether they are a room away, a block away or a continent away, I have people who know me, who I trust, who’ve walked the path beside me and lived to tell the tale. These people are my biggest cheerleaders and my greatest assets and just thinking of them makes me feel full.
Full of happiness and sadness and wonder and joy. Full of gratefulness for the dozens of people who fill each day I have full to the brim with goodness. My cup isn’t just half-full….it’s full to overflowing!