Stop and breath

 Good morning.

Someone put a report in on the UK Litter Picking page. They have been monitoring two laybys on the A453 in North Leicestershire, for two years. They have taken photographs and gathered video evidence of the litter problem there. Over that time they have contacted every environmental agency and every authority they can think of to come and sort the problem out. This has led to a lot of dead ends where no one is interested. The litter picker has reached the end of her tether, she feels that she has exhausted every avenue available to her, and is about to give up. I sense the despair in her lengthy report on this situation. 

The hardest thing to do is stay motivated when everything seems to be against you. I should know all about that. The messages you pick up are telling you to give up. To stop. But you carry on in the hope that it will all come right in the end. The obvious is staring you in the face. Life would be so much easier if you just gave up and settled for a less meaningful life. Where you just got on with doing what everyone else was doing. Just throw the litter down and add to the pile. Walk away from it, not your problem. 

I didn't walk away from lorry driving. I stuck with it, and in the end it did work out well. But not everyone has my resolve. Women did give up when it all became too much. Everyone has their breaking point. How much anger, conflict, and misery can you take before you eventually crack and say, I'm out of here. 

Self belief has a lot to do with it. In any situation you can only give as much as you have in reserve to see you through to the end. When the tank is empty you stop giving. Oh, you can try to push on further through the barrier which is screaming you to stop. With each push you become weaker. The end will come when your world totally collapses and you drive yourself towards insanity. 

This has happened to me when I have endeavoured to make relationships work. I stuck with it, but only for a certain length of time. Eventually I knew it was never going to work. Then it was time to move on, to save my sanity. 

To the lady who has been struggling to tidy up the layby's, to anyone who is stuck at a dead end in their life, to anyone who is on the wrong track, there is nothing more important than your own mental and physical health. It would be nice if everything we ever did ended in success. We can try our best, we can change direction, but there will come a time when we need to stop and breath. Every morning is the start of a brand new day. Embrace that feeling. 

Enjoy your weekend.  Toodle pip. ilona