sometimes i forget there is tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and the day after the day after.
i get a sense of fun from mr fishers (perl) blogs.
perl’s a singer, yet i’ll not go into that now.
practice and practice and practice and relax. phew.
practice some more and drink tea to be reflective.
drink beer, warm by the fire.
sometimes i need the basics laid out for me. it stops the internal panic set up by my disability. yet being disabled in this place doesn’t always count. frustrating yet ‘it’s the way it is – deal with it’.
i’m trying to end the year with a momentum to begin the next. i’ve not ever felt like this about a new year before. in the past a blurry day followed a blurry day and it was blurry.
inner peace and calm is what i would like for christmas, if i was that way inclinded about christmas. as it’s a christian festival it’s a big of a bugger if what it’s all based on doesn’t hold any water and for me it now doesn’t. it’s also a bugger if there are not thousands of pounds to squander on presents in an attempt to make up for the past year. oh apologies, i’m getting all political and socially minded.
i’m drawing close to the conclusion of this blog. the personal reflective time is with me, as most days. i know in myself what i need to do to become happier and up my output. accepting i am in treacle is a start. accepting a lot of things about me is a start.
and a start is what is required.
nice glow from dinner and a prospect of a pint.xxx
