Weekly Photo Challenge: Forces of Nature

In Scotland, we have to contend with the forces of nature. The forces are schizophrenic at times, with the scrotching heat and snow falling within hours of each other. The difference is stark but we find a way to enjoy both forces: skiing, trips to the beach.

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I lost my mojo. Then I found it on a plane.

Be yourself, be kind to others and your soul will rejoice

– me

I am on an Aberdeen-Birmingham flight. The plane is small and full. As I sit down on my aisle seat, I do my best to tuck in my limbs so as not to irritate the window-seat passenger. My mindset on flights is that unless the passenger next to me looks particularly friendly and/or initiates a conversation, I’m willing to sit there in silence for the duration of the flight. A little brutal maybe, but it’s the safest option.

reading passenger

I am halfway into a paragraph in my book when I hear the voice of a young lady in the seat across from me. She is talking to the passenger next to her. She laughs a lot. I do not hear the other passenger (a man) speak for the first 15 minutes of the conversation. She talks and talks. I learn that she is 23 and got married about 18 months ago. I learn that her husband is a doctor and a similar age to her. I also gather some information about her 2 siblings – one a brunette and the other blonde (she is a red-head).

Believe me, I try not to listen but I think the whole plane is listening. She isn’t perturbed by the quietness of the passenger she is chatting with. He nods and smiles from time to time. About 30 minutes into the flight, his voice becomes more audible. He laughs. I hear that he has a girlfriend and has been to Aberdeen only a handful of times.

The two talk for the 1-hour flight, with the young lady leading the conversation, asking questions and probing for detailed responses.

I have to be honest. I am half irritated by her. I have a book in my hand and I can’t get through more than a couple of pages due to the distracting conversation. We passengers glare at her periodically, hoping she just ends the conversation. We already know too much.

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The other half of me greatly admires her. She is bold and confident. At 23, I think she displays tenacity that is uncommon in many young women. I think about my safe option to keep to myself on planes (and in other public places, especially places that ‘move’ e.g. trains).

Then I realise something:

The young lady…that used to be me

I have let the fear of rejection change how I behave in certain situations. Being an extrovert by nature, I have a lot to say, a lot going on in my head that I want to share. But more and more, I don’t. I think it’s not important. Or the slight frown coming across my listener’s forehead becomes my cue to be quiet and withdraw.

As we disembark from the plane, the man thanks the young lady for great company as it helped the time pass quickly. I can’t help smiling. I want to thank her too.

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I’m glad to witness that young lady on the plane. I am on my way to attend a workshop (I wrote about the workshop here). The workshop is an awesome experience in part because of the young lady on the plane. I walk into the venue deciding to be yourself and not to shrink when people don’t take me on as I hope. I smile and talk to complete strangers with no malice even when they appear not to welcome my intrusion. It is liberating and I have fun. My spirit is light. My soul, gratified. I am not holding back.

My extroverted nature has been partially suppressed for years. In fact, I think there are times I lose it. Somehow, I’m finding it and I want to keep it even when I’m gray. I just need to have more faith in who I am. And gentle (and not so gentle) reminders are welcome. Thank you, Red-Headed Young Lady :-).

Images from flickr users: Dreemreeper – reading passenger on plane; Eole Wind – Missing plane; Paula Bailey – Paula Bailey

Weekly Photo Challenge: Beyond

I’ve come across lovely pictures of January snow in Aberdeen, Scotland. Here’s  a little taste of exquisite scenes of beyond.

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Photo credit:   Jude McBean

Changing My Point of View: A Picture Story

I’ve acknowledged that I’m guilty of what I accuse others of: thinking my point of view is the correct one or the only one even.

The snow started in earnest this week. It gave me an idea for a picture post.  I like what HSBC (bank) do with their marketing where they use pictures to show difference perspectives so you could say I “borrowed” their idea on this blog post.

Beautiful

My home at Montgarrie Steading

My home at Montgarrie Steading

Dangerous

Beautiful

Dangerous

My home at Montgarrie Steading

My home at Montgarrie Steading

Please excuse me as I figure out whether “snow” is beautiful or dangerous…

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Growth

Friends of ours went strawberry picking in Montrose, near Aberdeen in Scotland. They gave us this amazing, juicy collection of strawberries from the picking. I think it’s a great representation of the growth of this gorgeously red fruit.

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