the secret wisdom of Big Pants

Yep, you really did read that title. And that really is a photo of my pants. I am celebrating the fact that this morning I actually have the time to shove my undies in the washing machine and in a glorious 29 minutes I will have the time to peg them out publicly, one by one on my washing line.

I'm not an exhibitionist nor do I posses a fetish for hanging my pants on a washing line (and to be honest, when I say publicly - it's really my little back garden) but this is a moment to R E L I S H.

This week life has been hurtling along at such a frenetic pace that's beyond my control that when I woke up yesterday, I had no clean every day pants to slip on. You know, those every day BIG Pants. Big cotton comfies, especially necessary if you are on any kind of personal firefighting mission and need to move quickly. No digging or jigging or adjusting required. They just happily hug your arse all day. That last sentence is me going a bit Yorkshire on you all.  And I have a lot of pairs of pants.

Now please don't let your imagination digress to 'well where were all those pants piling up?' although I have just put that question in your mind. All you need to know right now is that they're in the washer. And let's be honest, unless you're super organised we've all had 'I've no clean pants days!' So there I was, in a hurry, looking for pants. Let me just say, what I ended up wearing instead felt like a day long surgical procedure.

Today, washing pants will be my metaphor for taking tiny slow pockets of breathing space in what is likely to be another hectic day. Of taking micro bites of joy out of the moments in between.

I'm a huge advocate for slowing down, it just makes life so much easier, comfortable, joyful. Like Big Pants. Sometimes life does not give us that choice, we have to move at the speed of a herd of angry rhinos and do what needs to be done. Now.

But referring to the secret wisdom of Big Pants we can navigate the rhino herd with our sanity and our nether regions, errrr herrrm, in tact.

Namaste good souls and remember, wash your pants. xox

If you have a Big Pants story, I'd love to hear it below!