I left my hearing aids at home again today.
By accident of course.
It's strange – I always realise that I've forgotten them at the exact same moment.
I am always halfway down my street, which has a bend on it, and as I get to the bend, there's usually a slight gust of wind, which blows my ears gently, without causing the rustle of the microphone, the cool air reminding me that my ears are not filled with silicone moulds.
So today I am back to being extra deaf Deafinitely Girly.
But what does this mean?
Well it means I will be going, 'huh?' a lot. As I seem completely incapable of saying the word 'pardon', which is frightfully rude of me, I know. And it also means that I can stay in my own little bubble.
You see, without my hearing aids in, I don't hear stuff. The stuff like conversations about the time when someone did something… You know the kind.
With my hearing aids in, I am usually able to at least work it out a bit and decide whether to join the conversation and lipread the rest of it. But without my hearing aids, I can't even work out if there is a conversation happening in the first place.
And today that is just fine.
I find it quite comforting. It's how life used to be.
Recently, I've been feeling more and more that I am stood at this giant crossroads. It's so massive it makes that scary crossing at Oxford Circus where tourists flail about and Londoners stomp over them to get where they're going, seem almost miniscule.
I don't know which way to turn. I don't know what to do. What I want or where to go.
Apparently it's my age. Various people have looked at me recently, sucked in some air and announced that 32 is a normal age to feel this way.
'Feel what way?' I want to ask them.
The scary thing about dawdling at a crossroads however, is that there's a danger that someone will stomp all over you to get past. There's a danger that you might stand there until there's a gigantic Thames Water leak that shuts the road for several months and blocks the path you had be thinking of taking. And there's also a danger that you might actually just set up camp, right there at the crossroads, like that guy with the megaphone at Oxford Circus.
So if you need me today, I'll be at my crossroads. You're welcome to tell me whether you think I should turn left, or right or indeed turn around and go straight home.
I might not hear you though, as my hearing aids are at home today.
I figure though, that it's OK to dawdle a while. Not forever. But for a little while. So I can have a think about what I really want.
Have a nice Wednesday peeps – we're almost halfway through the week.
I absolutely love your blog.. !
Crossroads are sometimes quite hard to decipher!
But the beauty of conquering the crossroads I find is embracing and navigating it at your own pace! ah!
Because the pressure and barrage from the world around you telling you to go left, right, front, backward up or down just confuses the heck out of one!
And in life.... there will be many crossroads, and long time ago, I decided to just take it head on..at my own pace... Happy Wednesday.. yes nearly the weekend! *dances*
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