We’ve been Red Zoned and despite all the confusion, misery and dislocation that this implies for thousands of us, I personally am just blown away by the superior adaptability of the English language, which has moved these words from a noun phrase to a verb phrase in half the time it takes to spit out the word “liquefaction“.
Turns out that moving from one suburb to the next is almost as fraught as the move from country to country, and I should know. Gone all our dreams for our home, gone our plans for the future, gone our little bit of paradise. Instead we join the legions of pale, sad people driving slowly down your street in search of a replacement dream.
But in the interests of taking it one day at a time, we do know one thing: we will have to rid ourselves of piles of useless **** (insert here rude word of your choice that rhymes with “trap”) that we have hoarded over many years.
So, where else do you turn in situations like this other than to our fantastic libraries for help? I think I know what I need right now, but I lack the energy to track it down. So I’m turning to you to suggest some reads for me. What could I be reading that might satisfy at least some of the following requirements:
- Help me clear the clutter;
- Make me feel that this purging is a spiritually rewarding path to take that will result in a new improved me;
- Transport me to a world of pioneers who relocated and lived to tell the tale;
- Make me laugh!
I’ve loved all the recent blogs on getting back your mojo, but have to warn you that I am about as far from bouncing back as I could possibly be and that on a good day a gentle seep is about all that I can manage.
The truth is, this could have been the world’s shortest blog yet – just three little words:
Red zoned – help!