Thursday 20 October 2022

Taking some wrong turns on your journey.



Did you ever have something take you on another path than you first imagined?

And what happened next?


Did you feel uneasy or anxious? Part of you was probably wondering about the next steps and whether should you carry on or turn back, or even just stand still. 

“Even a slow stream can’t go stagnant”


Sometimes, some moment is good. Despite the frightening aspect of being out of your comfort zone. 

Staying stuck for fear of the unknown isn’t helpful when you are hoping to grow, or experience new adventures. 


Many years ago, I made myself a promise that I would subscribe to the rat race, in order to get on a train each day, write a book on the journey, and earn some money during the daytimes. 

I still haven’t finished the book, despite the many opportunities I have ignored as I have been carried upstream and downstream on a meandering paddle board. 


“One day,” turns into never, if you don’t take action. 


Today, I sit and write this piece to reach out to you after my absence on my website. 

Many things have kept me from sharing my stories of hope and motivation and travelling through my Lusher Life. 

I’m in a dark restaurant. The colours are dark and the mood is dark. 

Kinky. 

Fifty shades. 

I hear birdsong and African drums and I stare back at the stuffed ostrich who is angry about being stuck in the middle of the brunch session. 

An innocent couple walked past me, wide-eyed and slightly afraid. What was this place?




It was definitely a little 'bit' of my yoga friend. She moved to this part of London recently and I can see why she now calls it ‘home’. 

My plan today was to come to get yoga class, with a shivasna ending with singing bowls and some meditation. 


I promised myself on my recent trip to Africa that I would pay more attention to my health and happiness. 

In fact, it was so much more than that. 

I will share that with you soon, but for now, I was back from Africa, with a new promise to myself, and on the way to London for a very special Yoga session at the Mandrake Hotel in London.


Driving past Canary Wharf, I saw people dressed in high-vis gear appear in the rearview mirror behind me. Then I saw some in front of me, carrying signs saying, “Road Closed”. What?

I was confused. Until I saw people closing the road both in front of me and behind my car too. I was stuck in between a closed road, on the Commercial Road, in London at 8.01am.


A sign fixed to a light grey lamppost ahead said,

“London Marathon - Road closures.”

I called out into the air in my car,

“Hey Siri, when is the London Marathon?” And he assured me that it is in April. This was October. But my eyes told me he was wrong. The road was definitely closing around me. I felt panic run through me and the realisation that I was not going to make it to the yoga session had me feeling sad. 

I used my voice to text, my friend, to let her know I wasn’t going to make it, to remind her that I still had her table runner in my boot from the day we spend on the sand dunes and that I missed her. 


After following my intuition and the road signs, I began the journey south, down the A2 to home. 


“Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” was cruising around my head as I began to think of my day ahead. I would go home, likely snooze, and probably waste the day doing things I would be able to do later in the week. My winding mind was whizzing to try and think how else I could get to The Mandrake. 


London wasn’t closed. Just some of the roads, for the marathon. I decided to drive to Welling train station, saying hello to my Nan’s old road on the way through. I found a free parking space and text my friend, 

“How do I get a train? Do I just bleep my Apple Pay through?”

“LOL, yeah, of course.” She said. 


After a little while,

three train changes, and a reason to create an Instagram reel, I reached the right tube station, got off, and took myself to a Costa for a hot chocolate. All I had with me were my car keys, phone and a £5 note. I decided to sit and watch the world, while I waited for Yoga to finish. I was devastated to miss Yoga, but at least I could see my friend.  After a while, I walked in the direction of the Mandrake, found it, walked past, felt anxious, walked back again and decided to be brave and go inside the dark hotel entrance. I had already checked I could come in with my gym stuff on and once again Alla had chuckled and said yes. 

Even so, they greeted me with, “Welcome to the Mandrake,” and invited me to sit in the reception area. 

“Can I get a tea somewhere and wait?” I asked and I was directed to the incredible restaurant to drink my fresh peppermint tea. I pulled out my phone, looked around and began to write this piece. 


The writer was back. 


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