Above all I’m sorry I’ve been so rubbish with publishing my thoughts on this little space. No grand excuses, just that I have been busy packing/unpacking and lounging around in the sun for the last couple of weeks. Jealous yet?
Anyway, with many thanks to my little break I have something I’d like to share.
After spending a blissful week in southern Italy with my family, eating a six-course-meal on a regular basis… it was inevitable that we (my immediate family and I) would have to return home, to a surprisingly sunny England at some point. On our journey homeward I ended up sitting next to a lady, Vanessa and her presumed husband, Dave. Mainly because I’m germy at the moment and my family didn’t fancy sharing it with me.. so Vanessa and Dave were lumbered with a snotty, coughy, Vick rubbed up Katie. Yum.
I couldn’t help but be satisfied with my new neighbours for the next couple of hours, as they had entered the plane with beaming, friendly smiles. What unravelled on this journey, I could never have predicted. Half a plastic cup of wine down myself (my new found germ-in-ator), whilst Vanessa and her partner were a bottle of Champagne down, the conversation between Vanessa and I was flowing. In which Vanessa possibly gave me some of the best life advice I’ve ever received.
It went as follows:
- You don’t have to have everything planned out
- Always follow your heart
- When making decisions make them as informed as you possibly can, in both your personal and work life
- Travel often
- Eat good food
- Things always fall into place
- Go with the flow
- Pursue your dreams
- Treasure the time you have now, in a blink of an eye your life flashes by
- You don’t owe anyone anything
- Material possessions will never make you content
- And most importantly of all… Don’t under any circumstances go into banking (one I’ve often heard from my own Dad)
None of Vanessa’s advice whilst good was unfamiliar, however it really resonated with me. I think since it came from a complete stranger, of whom twenty-four hours previously I did not know. My Mum herself has told me all of this on innumerable occasions, but this time it was different, perhaps because she’ll never know the way in which my life unfolds or because she told me with unwavering certainty that she knew I would make something of myself, without knowing the intricacies of my past. Who knows. All I know, is that it was some of the best advice I have ever received, from a complete stranger. If I can possibly pass at least a fragment of that on myself, to a complete stranger and strike them half as much as Vanessa did me. I’ll be very happy indeed.
As ever, please let me know your thoughts.
P.S. A post will soon follow regarding our trip to Itlay