By stepping out I refer to various things . . . whilst walking, in your opinions, or out of your comfort zone!
I managed one and three today, and I am not displeased with this. I also managed two, in a different context, and am somewhat bemused to have someone argue with me, especially as he was to some degree saying what I was saying in different words! But I was still wrong and he was right apparently.
Which leads to another thought on comfort zones and stepping out of them. Perhaps if we stopped looking always inwards and down at our feet, we would see more of the world around us, and of other peoples' smiles? Worth a try maybe?
Friday 22 April 2016
Tuesday 19 April 2016
There is a huge chasm there.
Where? Right there!
Mmm . . . my reader has every right to wonder what on earth I am waffling about. It is actually something very simple, I am on about the gap between the ideal, the dream, the desired - and reality. This gap can be summed up thus:
I want to meet people, let us enter cloud cuckoo land, and assume I want to meet a decent man. I am out in place X, or place Y, and see a man walking in such a way that our paths will cross. In the ideal world, we meet, chat, go for coffee, have dinner, and the sex is fabulous. Or something like that.
In the real world, I change where I am walking so that our paths do not cross. And I go home to my dreams.
And that, dear reader, is not only the gap in my life, but in so many aspects of life as a whole. And I have no idea how to resolve it!
Mmm . . . my reader has every right to wonder what on earth I am waffling about. It is actually something very simple, I am on about the gap between the ideal, the dream, the desired - and reality. This gap can be summed up thus:
I want to meet people, let us enter cloud cuckoo land, and assume I want to meet a decent man. I am out in place X, or place Y, and see a man walking in such a way that our paths will cross. In the ideal world, we meet, chat, go for coffee, have dinner, and the sex is fabulous. Or something like that.
In the real world, I change where I am walking so that our paths do not cross. And I go home to my dreams.
And that, dear reader, is not only the gap in my life, but in so many aspects of life as a whole. And I have no idea how to resolve it!
Sunday 17 April 2016
There are days.
Whilst it seems an almost unnecessary comment, days being days and following one from another as they do, it is worth noting that not all days are equal.
Some days are clear, and the sound of them is pure, like a boy treble.
Some days are warm, and glow with the deep gold of firelight.
Some days are fast, blurred as the scene from an express train window, and you reach the evening exhausted but not where you were when you awoke.
Some days are slow, leisurely in their approach, and wind down to no particular conclusion.
Some days are grey, featureless and misty, like shopping for offal in drizzle.
Some days are cold, and sharp, and have icicles and snowflakes waiting to catch you unawares.
Some days are golden, with the light of liquid luck to guide your steps.
And some days are leaden and dark, midnight at dawn and midday and when the evening sun sets.
And so, you see, not all days are the same at all.
Some days are clear, and the sound of them is pure, like a boy treble.
Some days are warm, and glow with the deep gold of firelight.
Some days are fast, blurred as the scene from an express train window, and you reach the evening exhausted but not where you were when you awoke.
Some days are slow, leisurely in their approach, and wind down to no particular conclusion.
Some days are grey, featureless and misty, like shopping for offal in drizzle.
Some days are cold, and sharp, and have icicles and snowflakes waiting to catch you unawares.
Some days are golden, with the light of liquid luck to guide your steps.
And some days are leaden and dark, midnight at dawn and midday and when the evening sun sets.
And so, you see, not all days are the same at all.
Wednesday 13 April 2016
I really rather enjoy eating cheese.
I have, for much of my life, loved cheese. All sorts of cheese, Lancashire, Blue Stilton, Stinking Bishop . . .
Then I started getting more and more nasty migraines, and by chance realised that they were triggered, in part, by cheese.
Calamity.
Now I still eat some now and then, but so often I pay by being ill the next day.
I ate cheese yesterday.
I have felt yuck all day today as a result.
Then I started getting more and more nasty migraines, and by chance realised that they were triggered, in part, by cheese.
Calamity.
Now I still eat some now and then, but so often I pay by being ill the next day.
I ate cheese yesterday.
I have felt yuck all day today as a result.
Sunday 10 April 2016
A contrast today.
Or a day of contrast I suppose? Not sure.
Went for a walk, saw sheep, daffodils, grass, sunshine, all that sort of stuff . . . real, outdoors and sunshiny.
Came back and decided to sync tefelone, and hey presto - it doesn't work.
And that is the contrast . . . the endless beauty of the natural world versus the tyranny of modern technology.
What is this life . . .
Went for a walk, saw sheep, daffodils, grass, sunshine, all that sort of stuff . . . real, outdoors and sunshiny.
Came back and decided to sync tefelone, and hey presto - it doesn't work.
And that is the contrast . . . the endless beauty of the natural world versus the tyranny of modern technology.
What is this life . . .
Saturday 9 April 2016
Chat, chat, chat . . .
The backdrop of the morning.
Amazing how much can be said by people to other people who meet regularly! Imagine a hall, with about 50 people in it, all chatting, drinking tea and coffee, eating biscuits and cakes, AND listening to music.
Multi-tasking at its best.
There is a certain satisfaction in the experience of a village coffee morning.
Long may such events continue. They happen without the need for computers, apps, websites or other modern things, and they involve people meeting people.
Amazing how much can be said by people to other people who meet regularly! Imagine a hall, with about 50 people in it, all chatting, drinking tea and coffee, eating biscuits and cakes, AND listening to music.
Multi-tasking at its best.
There is a certain satisfaction in the experience of a village coffee morning.
Long may such events continue. They happen without the need for computers, apps, websites or other modern things, and they involve people meeting people.
Friday 8 April 2016
Tables and chairs.
Tables and chairs featured in my life today. Moving them about, arranging them, and generally doing things with them. Not on them, not really, just with them.
It is odd how people mark out little kingdoms for themselves . . . whilst moving these tables and chairs we had one person who was insistent on things being done their way. No other way would do. It was funny, but also sad - why does it matter so much how some tables and chairs are arranged?
It is odd how people mark out little kingdoms for themselves . . . whilst moving these tables and chairs we had one person who was insistent on things being done their way. No other way would do. It was funny, but also sad - why does it matter so much how some tables and chairs are arranged?
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