Never have I really understood the significance of that old adage about men making plans and the gods laughing, until this week!
I had made some fantastic plans for lots of things I needed to get done, including: my training schedule at the gym, work I was planning to do with my plants and containers in my ‘garden’ (it’s just a little terrace really) as I have some friends coming over for summer drinks later in the week and I wanted to tidy everything up, as well as some life admin that I have been putting on hold (we use an expression back at home, ‘putting it on the long finger’, is that an expression you use here? I’d be interested to know).
So, all my plans were made, I was going to get so much done, starting with some major dental work early last week. That proved to be more traumatic than I had anticipated and they told me I may need a day or two to recover. Did I listen? No, after all I had made plans and I was going to stick to them!
So early next morning, when I should have been resting, off I went to the gym and threw myself into a full scale workout. I told you about my fantastic fitness boot-camp in a previous post, and I’m really trying not to let it all slip. However, I have slipped a little, as life tends to get in the way of everything!
Having almost finished my workout I was placing a heavy kettle bell back on a rack and instead of stepping right up to the rack I reached across with the weight in one hand, overbalanced myself and my lower back decided it wasn’t up to the job! I felt a shooting pain and what felt like a little bit of a pop. In that split second the gods had a good laugh at me because all my plans for the week went right out of the window!
Being a typical man though, I didn’t cry out in pain, I didn’t wince or make any facial expression. Instead, I limped across the gym while trying to look like I wasn’t limping in pain, lest anyone should suspect that I had injured myself such was my embarrassment. Worse still, I then thought that I knew better than my body and actually attempted to do some squats with weights, yet another mistake to add to my long list of mistakes that day let alone that week! At this stage the gods must have been full-on rolling around on the floor clasping their sides laughing so hard they were probably crying!
At this juncture I walked (very slowly) towards the locker room and attempted to get myself into a shower and back into my clothes and out of the gym – all of which took about 5 times longer than normal!
Suffice it to say that while I was already taking painkillers for my dental surgery the day before, I was now going to have to take even more. I managed to get myself home, eventually, where I promptly placed myself flat on my back on the floor (not an easy thing to do and definitely not an easy position to get out of again). All my plans have gone out the window and I am hoping a valuable lesson has been learned. Though I’m not entirely sure what that lesson is? To be more careful when moving weights around at the gym? To not make too any plans as life has a way of tripping you up? Listen to your doctor or dentist when they tell you you need to rest? Perhaps all of the above are lessons I should be taking away from this? Whichever lesson I choose to learn though, one thing I have learned is that I don’t always know best, and I should accept that plans can be changeable!
I still went to work the next few days and I am hoping that none of you noticed that I was finding walking, standing, bending or even sitting painful! I really want to say thank you to all of my colleagues, particularly the studio managers who work behind the camera as well as all my guests and producers and directors for being really caring and helpful. They were all amazing, as they always are. I felt like a bit of a diva dictating what I could and couldn’t do.
Yesterday I had to drive down the country to attend the funeral of a good friend’s mum (a bit of a task with my back) and once again it occurred to me listening to the eulogy, when my friend said that he had been home to visit his mum just 8 weeks before and they were at the local garden centre, having a coffee and making plans and neither of them had any idea that yesterday we would all be attending her funeral service, that once again our plans are often futile. Life often has it’s own plans for us and they supersede any of our own plans. I made a vow listening to that to try and be more in the moment, to try and be more present in my life every day.
I am, by nature, a bit of a worrier. As a result of that I am often looking to the future; the next day, the next week, the next year and even the next decade trying to plan for it, without realising that all those plans mean nothing if even just a single thing in your life changes!
Today as I write this I haven’t made any plans for my day. I am currently waiting at home for a package to be delivered and have just now decided to pop out to the garden centre to pick up some pots for my plants I ordered from my Richard Jackson’s Plants and Flowers anniversary shows at the weekend. Then when I get back I’m going to give all my plants a good feed with Richard’s Flower Power in the hope that everything will look healthy by Sunday!
However, if something else happens in the meantime I’ll just go along with that. After all, I’m not sure the gods can handle much more laughing at me and I’m not sure I can handle another back injury either. So whatever your plans are this week, please try and remember that whatever they are life often has other ideas so it’s best to try and just be in the moment. At least that’s my new philosophy.
Until next time,