Thank you for your kind words this week on my securing a wee job, and for sticking with me through what's been a pretty anxious year for me, to be honest...
What is anxiety?
Why do we allow it to have so much power over us?
What are we really afraid of?
Is it the nature of the human condition to be predisposed to innate anxiety, or even depression?
What do you think, mes bloggy blueberries?
Please, for me, have a weekend where you spend at least some time nurturing yourself. Can you do that?
Enough already about me this week! Sometimes I do go on.
And on!
Tell me in the Comments section, if you please - What inspires you in life?
And, if any of you are up for it, ask me a question that you're burning to ask.
I'm not easily offended, I swear.
Eight months working in a youth work charity will do that to a person.
After coming in up the stairs to the office and taking my coat off to conversations and questions about anal lube and beer goggles, I'm practically bomb-proof, je te jure!
I've been for another interview this week, mes bloggy loves...
This time it's to officiate (in a casual capacity) at secular and civil ceremonies and weddings - What divine luck and chance that would bring - I can't wait to hear about it!
We've got to that time of the year, have we not, mes bloggy budding snow-drops, where we re-assess where we're going and re-visit where we've been?
I'm going nowhere at the moment, to be honest, as we've been snowed into our little house on a very steep hill for days and days!
Anyhoo, back to the plot!
As we get older, don't you find that we've a tendency to look at the past with rose-coloured spectacles?
Old Times Were Good Times, that kind of thing?
How realistic is that as a motto to live by?
We've a dear, dear friend, a chap, who is always looking to the past, harking back to perceived past glories, imagining that if he'd only done this, e.g. dated and married GJ's sister, (perish the thought, each of them is as bad as the other!), then all his life would have turned out much better... He'd have been someone, done something with his life... (He's 48 this month).
In my, (always less than humble opinion. let's face it!), he chooses to stick with these backwards-facing thinking patterns because he's got nothing to lose (because it'll never happen, as it's in the past he cannot go back there...), and it's a get-out clause that permits him to remain in his 'stuck' behavioural patterns in the present... Living always in the past, as he does, he has an excuse for the present, as it's all pre-ordained, everything is doomed to failure in any case, no matter what he does...
He's managed to keep this up through a plethora of failed relationships, jobs and business decisions... He never accepts advice from us, but will take on really bad advice from others (whom he sees as successes in life, even 'though they're not all that they seem...) - All 'froth and no substance', 'all fur coat, no knickers' - That's another story!
I don't know why I'm putting all this out into the Universe on this occasion, mes bloggy loves, but it just seemed to fit with my love of the Son of Dave and this record... (I'm showing my age there, you see, talking about a record, rather than a track or a tune! There's no hope for me, you do know!)
And the fact is, you've got to keep moving, in my opinion... Move on. Embrace the new to a degree, and don't keep on about the negatives of the past.
You can't change the past. So don't choose to live in it. Don't let it continue to hurt and abuse you.
Je ne regrette rien, as the Little Sparrow sang...
I recently had cause to quote Gandhi at someone, well to paraphrase, and I said, (and I accept it's very easy for me to say this, and hard to live it! And I swear I'm not trying to sermonis/ze again...):
'Be the future you want to see...'
And, the day I wrote this, my funny little quote of the day muttered,
"Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you" - Satchel Paige
Serendipity, non?!
Ciao bellas. Mwah dahlinks!
And original painting above is 'The Long And Winding Road' by Kelley Stengele . SOURCE
