In my down-to-earth-women-from-the-north way, I go about my day to day, week to week, month to month 'stuff' that needs doing in a straightforward manner. I believe that people who make a drama about the mundane are just attention seekers in an attempt to make their lives appear a little bit more interesting than yours (or mine).
And in my straight forward, let's call a spade a spade northerness, I find wild and weird talk of spirituality, meditation, mindfulness a tricky topic. Although if I was assessed I would probably get a 'satisfactory progress' rather than a 'must try harder' on my report card these days.
The past merely exists in our imagination. We only have the now. The future has not happened yet and so there is no need to worry about it. And if you don't like the now then it will soon be in the past anyway.
As much as this notion can take the pressure off my tendency to worry about the future, I do find it a flippant way to live life because it infers that no planning for the future is necessary and of course we all need to plan ahead to some extent. We'd run out milk too often for that to be fun. A little forward planning is surely necessary? I mean, insurance men would be out of a job wouldn't they?
I have indulged in meditation recently. I have Ommmed and Hummmmed and thought about my third eye while concentrating on a candle flame. I am at peace during these times but now I'm beginning to think that such indulgence cannot be of any benefit unless the world joins in.
It seems that the rest of the world is not cooperating in such Ommmmness or Zenness and is actually on a mission to cause me complications to add drama to my life which I simply do not want!
My solution is that all employees of NOW TV all sit down and think about just what they are doing to help the mental health of Hong Kong. I know the answer is zilch. In fact I strongly suspect that they go out of their way to cause mental health issues with unsuspecting customers by promising outrageous things like a faster service and interesting channels. They could make a start by having staff who answer the phone who can actually answer questions and staff who come to my house who actually have solutions to problems instead of finding my situation of paying more money for an even worse service funny and openly laughing.
A further solution is to extend Zenness to the Government Motor Vehicle Inspection Centres and help them to understand that an appointment three weeks after my road tax runs out is not in the spirit of calmness or mindfulness and is just plain inefficiency on their part. I feel sure that a little bit of candle staring will help them to bring my appointment forward enabling me to drive my car again.
Then there is BUPA Claims Department. I feel certain that a little bit of humming in a darkened room with their eyes closed will really assist them is assessing my recent claim. After such a calming session they will then fully understand that my aged doctor didn't mean to write Groft (with a G) and that I am the person he saw that day and so process my claim. They will stop being pernickety, pedantic and downright bloody awkward. Unless of course there is a Lesley Groft who lives quite nearby and by pure coincidence has the same BUPA Membership number as me, lives at the same address and consulted the same doctor on the same day with the same symptoms?
An extra special session of mindfulness needs to be arranged for my Landlord who, after being asked to think about his inner critical voice, will be moved to withdraw his latest random 20% rent increase and to look at the level of inflation in Hong Kong (on average 4.58%). In his new serene brain he will then also arrange to have any repairs done with a huge grateful smile on his face given that I am such an excellent tenant.