Walk it off....
I think that I've noticed that I often write my blog when I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed or miserable - when I'm finding it hard to get through life and remain sane. It's not a thing I tend to find that easy anyway, frankly I think that I need some form of daily miracle just to make me a vaguely normal person. Maybe that's what Grace is for.
In either case I'm resolving to write when I'm feeling happy instead of when I need to vent the craziness inside. It's a bit sad to think that all people tend to get of me is when I'm not doing so well.....it's just backwards.
This weekend we had a fairly full-on time of work with a breakout on Saturday and then a training course and youth service on Sunday. Despite a certain amount of coldness and a lot of being not as prepared as I should have been I appear to have made it through. My talks went well (at least I think they did) contrasting the work of the lord almighty with the film Zorro (the old one, not the new one of course); and the only scars that I bear appear to be an incredible inner thigh/groin strain from the bucking bronco that we hired. On the upside I understand why cowboys walk like they do and have enjoyed a few days of accidentally being John wayne.
I also stumbled across the following video on youtube that I think is quite funny:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xn2V_43rmPk
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
Thursday, 6 March 2008
Slowly going insane.....
Today I have been trying to work on preparing a breakout for, let's just say, approximately 2 days time.
Most of me is currently a bit miffed about this - I feel underskilled and lost at sea with a whole load of other things just lurking in wait, things that also need to be done too. As I look around me today I see a group of friends doing the best they know how to make their way through life and make just a small (if not a big) difference in the lives of the surounding communities. Some of them live (technically speaking) below the poverty line. I rarely hear them complain or grumble.
And at the same time that the bbc is reporting on the guilty verdict for a man now convicted of 3 murders, a report from a young man who has been abused by a foster mother and the UN warnings concerning inflation prices for food; yahoo reminds me that I can easily catch up on the story so far of 'Lost' with a handy 8 minute video, that a superdog is rumoured to be favourite for winning crufts and that apparently some football manager has said he will kill Chelsea. Figuratively speaking I'm sure.
Then take me - this week I've spent a certain amount of time considering what name I should put on my e-mail signature so that peopel will be able to identify who I am and what I do. I decided on Media Department Executive first but then changed my mind to go for Executive Media Officer - because the acronym is EMO. I can feel myself whinging about the fact that life is unstable and unsettled, that I feel busy & stressed, that I want to be outside more doing something significant or just fun.
Sometimes I wish I could get a little bit of perspective.
Today I have been trying to work on preparing a breakout for, let's just say, approximately 2 days time.
Most of me is currently a bit miffed about this - I feel underskilled and lost at sea with a whole load of other things just lurking in wait, things that also need to be done too. As I look around me today I see a group of friends doing the best they know how to make their way through life and make just a small (if not a big) difference in the lives of the surounding communities. Some of them live (technically speaking) below the poverty line. I rarely hear them complain or grumble.
And at the same time that the bbc is reporting on the guilty verdict for a man now convicted of 3 murders, a report from a young man who has been abused by a foster mother and the UN warnings concerning inflation prices for food; yahoo reminds me that I can easily catch up on the story so far of 'Lost' with a handy 8 minute video, that a superdog is rumoured to be favourite for winning crufts and that apparently some football manager has said he will kill Chelsea. Figuratively speaking I'm sure.
Then take me - this week I've spent a certain amount of time considering what name I should put on my e-mail signature so that peopel will be able to identify who I am and what I do. I decided on Media Department Executive first but then changed my mind to go for Executive Media Officer - because the acronym is EMO. I can feel myself whinging about the fact that life is unstable and unsettled, that I feel busy & stressed, that I want to be outside more doing something significant or just fun.
Sometimes I wish I could get a little bit of perspective.
Monday, 25 February 2008
From Ox to Oz (bypassing 'Y') & back again....
Allow me to say up front that I dislike beginnings - they're tricky things. A good beginning is probably not to be underestimated and, I come to realise, not to be put off either. They have a tendency otherwise to stagnate and start developing their own miniature eco-systems from which all manner of strange and sometimes unpleasant things grow. Before you know it it is entirely possible that some kind of mutant dinosaur has flopped its way onto the shore and begun rampaging through the forest with a previously unheard of ferousity. Either way it probably means a whole lot of terrified, uniformed and irritated natives; and a too delayed messy beginning later on down the track. (Spot the tautology).
That being said: a bit has happened since last I wrote. Not least of which is the passing of nearly a year, a few marriages (none of them my own), one or two children being born (again - none of them my own), two trips to Australia and Christmas.
Most recently I've been in Australia for around 7 weeks working & taking a short holiday - and so I thought that whilst I was suffering from jet-lag and feeling like the inside of an unwashed sock I would begin. Again.
I'm not entirely sure how one begins again when a story has already begun - I imagine it's why people write sequels or cleverly sculpted plot twists. Unfortunately I have neither. In any case - this is a beginning. Coincidentally however it's also an end.
Allow me to say up front that I dislike beginnings - they're tricky things. A good beginning is probably not to be underestimated and, I come to realise, not to be put off either. They have a tendency otherwise to stagnate and start developing their own miniature eco-systems from which all manner of strange and sometimes unpleasant things grow. Before you know it it is entirely possible that some kind of mutant dinosaur has flopped its way onto the shore and begun rampaging through the forest with a previously unheard of ferousity. Either way it probably means a whole lot of terrified, uniformed and irritated natives; and a too delayed messy beginning later on down the track. (Spot the tautology).
That being said: a bit has happened since last I wrote. Not least of which is the passing of nearly a year, a few marriages (none of them my own), one or two children being born (again - none of them my own), two trips to Australia and Christmas.
Most recently I've been in Australia for around 7 weeks working & taking a short holiday - and so I thought that whilst I was suffering from jet-lag and feeling like the inside of an unwashed sock I would begin. Again.
I'm not entirely sure how one begins again when a story has already begun - I imagine it's why people write sequels or cleverly sculpted plot twists. Unfortunately I have neither. In any case - this is a beginning. Coincidentally however it's also an end.
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