I woke up to the sound of Storm Frances battering against our bedroom window this morning. We have been told to expect heavy rain and high winds all of today and into tomorrow. It was dark, cold and I really didn’t want to get out of bed. But needs must so when the alarm clock sounded at 6 a.m. it was time to stumble out from under the sanctuary of the duvet and face another day. Life doesn’t guarantee beautiful, tranquil sunrises every day.
It’s late August but feels more like October at present. So as I stood huddled under cover at Platform 3 awaiting the express train to Belfast, I was glad of my jumper and waterproof anorak. I wasn’t going to win any fashion awards but at least I was warm and dry. I didn’t look out of place amongst my fellow travellers, either, who were equally well kitted out. We had come prepared and that’s half the battle during a storm.
It was the same when we thankfully boarded the more pleasant climes of the train. Everybody was wearing a mask and keeping their distance from one another. Nobody sat beside me and I felt safe and relaxed. The conductor was also wearing a mask and a tannoy announcement stressed the importance of adhering to social distancing measures in light of the ongoing pandemic. Everyone knew the drill. We were prepared.
There’s no need to panic or feel out of your depth if you come prepared. It’s not rocket science and often doesn’t require a great deal of forethought. All you have to do is think ahead and make sure you have what you need to overcome the next obstacle in your path. Be it your faith, fitness or any other manner of personal challenges if you bring along the correct tools you will invariably muddle through. There’s a a lot to said for muddling through.