The Permission Slip
This Week.....
✅ Done:
Pets pre-flight accommodation booked
Hotel in Vancouver booked (for Cudmore family catchup!)
Kids UK schools notified they're leaving
🚧 Pending:
List of all the things we'll need whilst we wait for our UK shipping container to arrive
Book flights
Sell UK House
🫣 Avoided:
Decluttering (I mean, I don't even know where to start)
Listing inventory for Shipping Company (eurgh)
Listing clothing on Vinted (that I'll probs just take to the charity shop)
🌟The Highlight: A very chilled weekend at home
I’ve been spending a lot of time in my internal apothecary lately, trying to stay on top of the overwhelm, the gazillion to-do lists, and the basic requirements of being a functioning human.
I know the signs now. I can feel myself ignoring the red flags while I slowly slip into the “everything is FINE, nothing to see here” zone—that place where everything is definitely not fine, and I am drowning in my own self-imposed static.
As anyone with an ADHD brain will relate to, my mind wants to do a trillion things the second my eyes open. It is a repetitive, predictable loop that sets me up for a failure-pretty-much-every-day outcome before I’ve even found my glasses.
This week, as I dove into week three of The Artist’s Way, the prompts were all about childhood—regressing back to likes, dislikes, and the feelings that paved the way for who I am now. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t think of a single "thing" I treasured (except maybe my Sony Discman—shoutout to anti-skip technology).
I remembered feelings, people, and situations. But never objects.
The memory that stood out the most was of my dad’s old Morris Traveller. It had a red checked blanket in the boot and, I shit you not, tiny mushrooms growing along the wooden windowsills. That car was old, basic, and really f*cking hard to drive. But it was simple. It was easy to fix if it broke. It was reliable, calm, and confident.
The Morris Traveller is what I’m striving for. It’s a tall order in a world full of high-performance Tesla w*nkers, but I’m sticking to the “basic” version of my life.. Perfectly illustrated by my Nokia 3310 approach to screen time. I’m trying to be mindful of what is actually needed versus what is just.... noise.
I’ve realised that all these projects I feel driven to do - the ebooks, the blogs, the essential oil workshops They are Permission Slips. They are my way of telling myself it’s okay to be visible, accessible, and useful.
We spend so much time hardening up and suppressing the ticks and twitches of our emotions, but they’re just energy in motion. They’re a protective feedback system. If we just shut up and listen, they lead us back to the root cause. And that’s where the patterns actually start to shift.
