2014 and I have decided that life is too short to dust a smelly candle
Happy New Year and all that shizzle. Did you have a good one? This is my first post in 2014, eek. A whole new blog year ahead of me. Have you noticed this is my best joined up handwriting?
Anyway I don’t do resolutions. I don’t even do New Year’s Eve. It feels like setting myself up to fail, or relying on others to do something that might not happen either. I prefer to just let it all pass me by generally, sort of hibernate on December 30th and reappear on about ….. well around about now.
Except this year I have decide to try and be a bit more positive. Build on my philosophy of living each day and believing that this is not a dress rehearsal. Hence the title above.
You see I love smelly candles, big ones, small ones. Ones in tins, ones in glasses. Even vegan candles even though I am not even a veggie. You might even say I collect them. That picture above is the current collection on my desk. Nine of them. Two have been lit, but the others? The posh ones? No chance. You don’t light posh candles. Don’t be silly. You … um…. collect them. And dust them.
Yeah, okay now you say it out loud it does seem a bit bonkers.
I actually read a story once, or heard it on the radio, I don’t remember which, about a lady who had been diagnosed with breast cancer and she resolved to start living her life to the full. She didn’t want to focus on the negatives, she wanted to concentrate on the positives.
The first thing she did was light a smelly candle from her huge collection. She did what I do. Buy them, get them as presents (which I love, the one from the White Company I got this Christmas from J is heavenly) and then stare at them. And dust them on a monthly basis.
Having got her diagnosis and resolving to change the way she looked at things she decided to light her posh candles. Burn them. Use them as they should be used. Enjoy them. Not just looking at them but watching the flame flicker. Walking back into the room and getting a nose full of the aroma.
It made her feel more alive. After all, who gets any pleasure from dusting? It is the same with good wine. My dad has a theory that wine is made to be drunk, not put in a cellar and “kept for a special occasion”. Over Christmas we had some extraordinary wines thanks to the collection my folks have. One bottle cost more than my daughter’s car. We felt as though we were not worthy “it’s only to drink with the Christmas pudding, dad”. But it isn’t. Wine is for drinking, enjoying, creating a memory. A bottle of fizz for no reason other than it is Friday night tastes so much better and is more memorable than the one you have for a celebration, doesnt it?
So from now on, with candles, I am going to do the same. After all life is too short to dust a smelly candle
Or stuff mushrooms.