If your life is like mine then it is full on. Lots of varying responsibilities and things that I am accountable for and that is fine.

I generally have life in check, but sometimes elements of toxic thoughts take me aside for a period of time. We all have these toxic thoughts. Not the ones that give us balance, but the ones that are simply not useful in taking us forward to help us in our purpose.

We have a choice in how we frame our world. We can dwell in the wonderful place that we live, celebrating everything around us and enjoying everything we do, or we can wallow in the stuff that always goes wrong.

I find that wallowing tends to limit creativity and free thought, it challenges us to keep on track, and baselines our energy levels.

So why do we stay there? It effects everyone around us, it impacts on our health, and turns us into people that drag others down. So why stay there?

An alternative path is to accept that life sometimes deals us a poor hand and that it moves on.

Never has this been made more evident to me than last year when my father died. The morning after he passed, I went for a run. After about 5 miles, I found myself at the Long Walk in Windsor. This is a long road from Windsor Castle to the Copper Horse. A road that is occupied by runners, by walkers, pushchairs and dog walkers and NO cars. I found myself reminiscing about collecting conkers with my dad. Something that I loved.

But my focus was shifted as I noticed a bird flying across me and landing no more than a few feet from me. Our brief conversation led me to understand that it was hungry and was pecking for worms. I then noticed some of the conkers falling from the trees, and the runners completing their morning rituals, the walkers exercising and the dogs doing what dogs do. In that split moment in time, I realised that at that time, it was my time to experience vast emotions, and my time to have loss. Tomorrow it would be somebody else. In fact, the next minute, it would be somebody else. Apart from the exercise, this run also rebased me and allowed me to handle the vast emotions of losing someone so close.

So we have a choice in how we handle things.

We can remain in a wallow, in a sticky ditch as I have called it before where the sides of the ditch are so sticky that the more you try to get out normally, the harder it becomes, or you can take an extra step into the 4th dimension and escape this sticky ditch by mindset shift.

I still have those moments that I am rebasing, but that’s normal isn’t it. It is down to us to rebound from the ditch and increase our resilience.