Reading through other blogs, I've come across their Word for 2015. I've never before given much thought to having a specific word; but now I'm joining in this positive and interesting phenomena too.
I would normally choose "[being]positive" or [having] faith"; I practice these at all times and have done throughout my adult life. Now however, as I'm becoming more antique (I'll be 62 in five weeks' time) I'm concentrating being consistent.
Actually I learnt this lesson the hard way way back in my mid-twenties. I'd been in the city all day, with my son, John, then five years old, in tow. The little lad was hungry and whining,(why do young mothers do this to their children?) My feet ensconced in 3" stilettos were killing me and I had a headache fit to bust my head open.
My last port of call was the bank. It was the '70's and we still cashed money inside the bank; John and I waited in a long queue. At the counter, the teller asked me for identification as this wasn't my home bank (which was 50kms away). I banged my handbag onto the counter top and unpacked almost everything before I found my green ID book. The teller, lifting his eyebrows heavenward, slid the money across to me and called, Next Please. I pushed everything back into the bag, remembering to take out my car keys, and took John's hand with my keys dangling from my little finger.
Arriving at the car in the steaming hot car park, I told John to hold onto my skirt while I opened the door. Lifting my hand closer to my face, I realized that the keys that had been hanging off its end a few minutes earlier, just weren't there any longer. taking John's hand again, and pulling him non-too gently along with me, I retraced my steps : across the hot car park again, up the ramp into the mall, along the walkways towards the bank.
The mall was still thronging with shoppers which made it
Eventually Dennis said there was nothing for it but that he use force to open my car. He did and within in minutes he was inside my little car. Only problem was how to get me home without the ignition keys. Dennis eventually removed the steering wheel, lifted the bonnet, hot-wired something to something else and fired my car up. Lucelle placed John on the passenger seat next to me (no strapping children into car seats in those days) and with the car engine running, I got into the driver's seat and took off.
I drove home on the National Highway to the town nearest to my home (50 km from the city, remember?) and then 34 km to our home which was situated in a rural farming community. To this day I can remember how stressful it was to drive a car with NO steering wheel. The steering column jutted out from the dashboard, with two ears on each side; something , but not quite, like the pilot's controls in a plane. I also knew that I couldn't afford to stall or stop the car until I reached home.
Back home after I'd bathed John, fed him and put him to bed, I phoned Lucelle to tell Lucelle we'd arrived safely and to thank Dennis for his help. Lucelle then told me that I should always be consistent in everything I do. For instance, I should replace my keys in a certain pocket in my handbag. Once Grant had replaced my steering wheel, and we'd had another set of keys made, and I used the car again, I did exactly that. I never forgot this lesson.
As I becoming more and more of an age, I concentrate on doing things consistently.