I suppose the first thing I should point out is that I came up with this title before I thought of the subject and I am at this very moment typing without thinking. I should explain “Kitchen Floor Reset” to you so you can understand the topic. Well… I first heard the term when I was watching Russell Kane perform his comedy routine on Live at the Apollo. Basically the term is used when your life gets so low that you end up back at your parent’s house, on the kitchen floor sobbing your eyes out, snot covering your face and the inability to make a coherent sentence.
I see by the distant look in your eyes that a number of you have experienced this scenario, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, well unless your face really was covered in snot, then perhaps you should be, and while you’re at it invest in a hanky! It appears to me that at some time in our life we shall all experience this horrible moment, and in most cases it shall be caused by the devastating end of a relationship. We cannot see beyond the horizon of personal emotion and loss, our minds filled with regrets, memories of times, both good and bad, and our hearts longing for what we can no longer have or what is not right for us.
I have had one Kitchen Floor Reset in my life, in 2011 I hit rock bottom, or at least I thought I did. The fact is that it was the beginning of nearly 2 years wallowing on the kitchen floor, drowning in the pools of snot that must surely have flown. I thought many times that I was over my problems and I was ready to carry on, but the slightest thought of my ex brought it all flooding back. I was nowhere near over it, and with the reset come the questioning of one’s worth, am I destined to be alone? Will I ever get over it? What to do with myself now?
The fact is that I went about it the wrong way; I thought that it was life keeping me down, and that I wasn’t getting the opportunities that others seemed to get around me. In truth, it was me all the time, I was the one holding myself back, largely due to the fact that I didn’t want to let go. Clinging to the hope of returning to what you perceive to be the “happy times” blinkers you from the bad times and why you were not good together. It sounds harsh, but the only way to get over it is to force yourself, by all means speak to family, my uncle and aunt were nothing but brilliant (I can’t speak to the rest of my family, they are emotionally retarded) but they really helped me. We spoke often about what I was going through and they gave me sound advice, it took me a considerable amount of time to follow the advice, but I got there in the end.
My advice if the next time it all crumbles down around you and you feel lost, speak to someone, get it out, wipe the snot from your face and look to the future, life is just beginning and it’s a very big world. You never know what is around the corner for you. Happiness or the person of your dreams could be less than a mile from you at this very moment, or they could be at the ends of the earth, the adventure is just about to start, and I am sure you will find them!