While the world is going to ratshit

death

All around me the world appears to be going to ratshit.  It seems as if God and the Devil have been playing with the tarot cards again and one of them drew ‘death‘.  Either that, or Voldemort is truly back.  Even the weather is maleficent at the moment.

Life has felt rather like being in the middle of a zombie movie armed with only a baseball bat and a sense of humour.  Just when I feel like I’m getting somewhere, a fresh wave of zombies rise up to attack.

This is not a political blog so I will not dwell on the referendum result here.  Historians will look upon 2016 with interest.  Only they will be able to discuss, with the benefit of retrospect, whether the out vote was a good one.  But it feels rather follied to burn down the house rather than address the leaky roof and squeaking door.

What is certain is that now everything is uncertain and people just don’t like it.  We are creatures of habit and embrace routine and regularity.  I’m still in shock and haven’t really processed it yet.  But it has impacted on plans hugely to the extent I no longer have any plans and have committed to living in the moment until things settle and become slightly more clear.

So, by now the word is out regarding Run to Live.  The last bastion of my old life.  Once the shop shuts in October, nothing from 18 months ago will be the same.  I’ve been in crisis management since April 2015 and that will continue for some time yet while I sort things out.  But at least (if all goes to plan) I will no longer have the £100,000 liability I was left to get on with.  And then, I can start to address the heart break of losing almost everything I held dear.

When the announcement regarding RTL was made, I received lots of e-mails and texts and comments from people who knew the shop.  During the last eight years I hoped that in our small corner of Surrey we had made a small difference.  But of course, you never really know.  Well, the comments were overwhelming and positive and lovely.   And they made me cry and smile in equal measure.

So now to looking forward.   As the world start to build a new house for us to live in, things will become much clearer.  I’m optimistic that things will improve.  But for the moment, my priority is my health.  It has suffered hugely in the last 18 months and will become my focus for the next 18.  I have my first therapy session on Friday and will be reunited with Sue tomorrow.

Already, the zombies are starting to retreat.

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About PT Nicky

I'm a girl in the world just trying to make 1% improvements everyday. I recently qualified as a Personal Trainer. I certainly don't fit the aesthetic of a PT and I wanted to demonstrate that ordinary people can achieve their hearts desire. Clean eating advocate with paleo leanings.
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2 Responses to While the world is going to ratshit

  1. Lee the Pea says:

    Sad times indeed. It can be impossible to imagine a happy future when you’re still dealing with the loss of something that meant so much. But the thing is, ultimately, the shop is just bricks and mortar; YOU made it what it is, so you will make whatever comes next into something very special too ☺️ xxxx

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