Retired yuk in reflective living and wellness

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I had a dream of helping as a volunteer when I retired but having multiple skills ,instead of being an advantage seemed increasingly to be a stumbling block,and added to that the COVID was and is in the way. Soon my dream became a nightmare which,of course,just to top it became recurrent and mood altering.

The nightmare pictures a large black wheelie bin into which I have been thrown and am pressed down by the lid but my feet and head are not inside the bin and I can move them both and the thing is,it has become not just an nightmare but a waking dream, which needs to be examined and in a disciplined way,worked through and transformed.

I have not, as yet, gone through this process, but am engaged in the idea that ,whilst the central part of me is squashed up with all the filthy rubbish in the bin my feet and head are outside of this.

What does one do when the stuffing is knocked out of them? When folk are dealt a body blow,is this what they mean,or when they say,”I’ve had the stuffing knocked out of me”how might these sayings help to process the experience?It seems to me that whilst this experience is mine if I come to understand it and transform it’s negative meaning I may be able to encourage others to transform their difficulties too.

I am concentrating on how to use my uncrushed parts to get out of the bin.Ive been left,in the nightmare,with two good parts,feet to walk Where I want and need to go and a brain and mind to create the master plan,and overcome the abuse and negativity transforming them into loving and useful experience.

WALK WITH ME! TURN USELESSNESS INTO USEFUlNESS!