Excerpt #2 from The Life Makeover Club
‘Ladies, keep your eyes closed,’ Liz instructed, ‘and take some slow deep breaths, innnn, and ouuuut….’
As soon as anyone told Cara to take slow deep breaths, her body would rebel for some reason. Her best attempts at relaxation were unexpected, like the time she fell asleep on the dining table while looking through ‘Nutritious meals for the busy family’, or when she took the kids to see the movie ‘Up’ and her eyelids went ‘Down’, the kids shaking her awake when the credits started rolling. Tell her to relax, and she couldn’t.
She was quite good though, at using this relaxation time to plan the next day’s activities, and mentally remind herself what sort of meat to defrost overnight for the next day’s dinner.
‘Clear your mind of all distractions, all unnecessary thoughts…’ continued Liz.
Is she reading my mind? Cara tried to triage her thoughts into ‘necessary’, ‘unnecessary’, and ‘only to be thought of once everything else has been thought’, but ended up creating more thoughts about the thoughts.
‘When a distraction enters your mind, simply wipe it away… all you need to do right now is relaaax, and breathe…’
Wipe it away, okay, I can do that, I spend a good chunk of my time wiping things away. Cara imagined getting out the Spray & Wipe, squirting it on the thoughts, and then wiping them away with a cloth. Problem was, she kept seeing remaining thoughts that wouldn’t budge, and then had to re-squirt them and scrub them with steel wool, and then she remembered she was running low on Spray & Wipe and would have to add it to her shopping list when she got home.
‘Imagine yourself in a beautiful place… perhaps on the beach, lying on the sand, soaking up the sun…’
Cara tried. At first she could almost feel the sun on her skin, but then wondered if she’d remembered to put sunscreen lotion on, and then wondered who was watching the kids, and whether they had sunscreen on as well.
‘…and listen to the gentle ebb and flow of the waves…’
All Cara could hear was the buzzing of a fly that had hijacked her visualisation. She felt like flicking her hand around her face but resisted the urge. Maybe if Liz had told them to visualise a fly buzzing around their head she would have been able to imagine the gentle ebb and flow of the waves.
‘Now, imagine yourself five years from now… where are you?… what are you doing?… who are you with?’
Paris… Opening my art exhibition… Orlando Bloom… Cara almost forgot she lived in Sydney, her garage was her art gallery, and she was married to Pete Collins, but hey, it was her visualisation.