inside thigh stretch with Jackie Brealey

PIlates……… and breathe!

Well its Friday again and I’m looking forward to a nice leisurely weekend………….or maybe not!   A least I can have a wee lie in.  However I’m fairly sure I will still be awake at 6!! I am speaking severely to my body clock each week but it is just not listening……and breathe!

The problem really is…yes for those who know me….all about moving!  Or not in our case.  How in the world can something take this long and then fall apart at the finishing line.  Well for all of you folks in England you will know,  it’s not over till exchange. (….and breathe!)   We are truely at our wits end and it consumes our every day lives.  When on Earth is someone gonna do something about the house buying process in this country?  I was under the misaprehension that all people have SOME good qualities, some semblance of decency and honesty when dealing with their fellow human beings.  I have this week been proved wrong on all fronts!  I am at a loss to understand why any person would market their house for sale and assure you at every opportunity they are serious and then suddenly after 8 months of waiting for the exchange of contracts………nothing!  No word, email, no call…….(and breathe!)  And then finally when you think nothing cold flaberghast you anymore, they contact you with “we want 25K more”!!!   Didn’t see that one coming!!!  I could understand anyone trying their luck with a few thousand more or even ‘actually we have changed our minds’, but that, no I was not expecting that!  I am left seriously wondering about the scruples and morals of this woman……and have decided she has none, (and breathe!).  So after waiting 8 months with many assurances of their seriousness on selling, on  the day of exchange, she moves the goalposts.  Not once in this whole process has she ever had the decency and courtesy to actually tell the truth and we are now left with no prperty and no sale of ours as they can wait no longer.  And our poor buyers have given notice on their rental, so they are effectively homeless with their 6 year old.    So, with all this in mind, I am glad to have had my lovely Pilates clients to help me through the week.  Rant over,  Pilates………and breathe!

In the great scheme of things, it is only a house.  We have a lovely home here and we are lucky to have a roof over our heads, loving family, food on the table and reasonable health (hubby did break a rib falling down the stairs……twit!) Last Saturday we were volunteer workers at the disabled waterski lake with a party of wheelchair disabled.  They are a great bunch of ladies and gents who have all accepted their disability and get on with their lives.  I am not saying they found it easy, but their determination and sense of humour is a humbling thing as helper and gives you a true prospective on the quality of your own life!  And one of my own Pilates clients with a very debilitating form of MS cried when I told her our move was dead in the water.  She copes everyday with the pain and compilcations of the condition and who am I to bleat about my life.  And I told her so.  It’s only a material thing.  We will get over it, something better may come a long.

Everyday in my personal life I am reminded of how many hardships family, friends and clients have to cope with and I am humbled.  Pilates is a good way to lose myself.  It is a great way to re-balance my  mind and my body and I am lucky that (on the whole) my mind and body obey.  The people out there who live with their difficulties and overcome, and my lovely clients, many of whom have their own problems and still come to class, also work hard to make a better body for themselves.  I take my hat off to you all, I am impressed everyday by your continuing efforts and hard work to improve your bodies and minds.  If I can help in any small way to help them then it gives me inspiration, satisfaction and hope.

Thank you to all of you who make each day a Pilates…….and breathe! day.  It helps balance and repair my faith in humanity, and you all make me proud to help in any way.  You make me smile on a cloudy day.

stretch by Jackie Brealey