So as we get into January, the daily grind starts again. Although for us joyous people in retail, it never ended. Anyway, everyone’s trudging back to work and school after the season of indulgence and it always feels a little bleak. Why is it no longer acceptable to crack the prosecco out for breakfast and have a decorated tree in your living room?
Our days become a little less excitable and a lot more ordinary after the festive season. We all have a bit of a reboot. Some decide to detox and hit the gym, even if it is only for a month while most hit the reset on their jolly emotions. The festive period made everything seem a little brighter and happier and it reflected through everyone, take notice because people smile a hell of a less throughout their year. When we get back to this stilted ordinariness, I refer to one of my favourite concepts:
It’s the idea that right now there are hundreds, thousands, well an unfathomable number of other universes. Some dramatically different to ours where say the dinosaurs still roam but others only a little different where I might happen to have brown eyes instead of blue. It’s an insane idea to get your head around that there’s possibly tons of different versions of yourself out there but at times it can oddly give me comfort.
Say I’m having a bad day, I’m running late to work, I’ve got a long shift and I’m full of the cold. All you want to do in that situation is curl up and feel sorry for yourself. Don’t get me wrong, I obviously do that too. However, I think about the universe where I’m on time to work, feeling great and I’m only in 4 hours. At least somewhere out there, I’m on the right path. There’s also the me out there who’s already writing her 3rd bestselling novel and I’m happy for her but I know I’m not ready for that yet. You can easily use it in reverse, as the only saying goes ‘things could always be worse’. For instance while dealing with tricky customers is a pain, I could be in a world where the Hunger Games is actually real or the mass majority of the population has turned into cannibals.
Now a lot of you could be saying I’m just running away with my imagination or I spend way too much time day dreaming. To be fair both of those assumptions are pretty accurate. However, I urge you to creative your own alternative universes. Some only a little different, where you’re studying photography instead of art but others that are completely over the top with monsters and aliens.
Some days we all feel like we’ve hit rock bottom. I’ve been there. I’ve been stuck in the emotional fog and it’s horrible. My alternative universes help me realise that while things could be better, they could also be worse. It hurts to lose someone but it’s even better to have had them in your life at all. Life is a middle ground. Sometimes you need a little bit of the ridiculous to appreciate it.