The essence of pleasure is spontaneity. Germaine Greer
The lid is firmly closed on last year.
I’m embracing 2016 with gusto.
Determined to be firing positivity on all cylinders, I want to inject a dose of spontaneity into my life too. The latter is something most of us lose the older we become. Bogged down with responsibilities, and erring on the cautious, we forget to live in the present moment.
Whenever the word spontaneity is mentioned, one of the best days of my life springs to mind. It did not occur in an exotic location. No. Nor did it entail some dare-devil challenge. Nope. This day started out an ordinary day, in an ordinary town.
I knew Rachael as one of the yummy mummies from school. Our daughters were arranging play dates on a regular basis, so it was inevitable that before too long Rachael and I would arrange our own play date.
It was 10 o’clock in the morning. We met at a trendy wine bar in town, ordering eggs hollandaise and two glasses of Champagne. It was a sparkling start to a dazzling day. Conversation flowed; so too did the Champagne. Refraining from coffee, a bottle of bubbly seemed far more of an appropriate accompaniment to our laughter, and complemented Rachael’s effervescent spirit brilliantly. Customers approached us asking what the celebration was. Corny as it may sound, we said ‘life’. This seemed to be the correct answer.
Before we knew it lunchtime arrived. Rachael was due at the hairdressers for a colour treatment. She cancelled. We decided her roots weren’t really that bad. And so we enjoyed a delightful lunch accompanied by another bottle of Champagne. We chatted and interacted with the people around us. The pain in my jaw from laughing so much was long gone, thanks to Moet.
There was just time for one more glass before our daughters finished school for the day. Rachael arranged for her husband’s friend, who was staying with them, to collect us in their camper van. It seemed an enormously steep ‘leg-up’ into the vehicle and I was glad of the soft padded seats to catch me.
We sped to school. And like a scene from Absolutely Fabulous, Rachael and I stumbled out of the camper van. Arm-in-arm we bumbled along the pathway into the playground. We were late. However, no damage was done. Our daughters were in fine fettle excited to be riding in a whopping big van, and in the company of such super happy mummies.
There have been many spontaneous moments shared with Rachael since the start of our life-long friendship eight years ago, and I miss her very much since she moved to Canada with her family. I wasn’t surprised when Rachael recently told me she is now a qualified ski instructor – a great achievement – and even more so as she approaches the age of 50. I can guarantee people from all over will be clambering the slopes to squeeze into one of Rachael’s over-subscribed classes. And as for me … well maybe one of my spontaneous moments will be to book a flight and go see my beautiful friend.
Rachael’s route to work …
Only in spontaneity can we be who we truly are. John McLaughlin