My first reaction was ‘what a wonderful idea’. Very closely followed by ‘but my role is so insignificant that it doesn’t apply to me’. I think my resistance is not about the role, I think it’s deeper and about my sense of my own worth.
Now I sweat and flush. I sweat in odd places like my eyelids, hands and shins. I grew up in warmish climate, I spent 6 summers in 33˚C heat with 90%+ humidity, very hot and sticky and I don’t ever recall my eyelids, hands and shins sweating.
I gave up trying to multi-task when I read research that says it takes 15 minutes to recover from an interruption. And that’s what multi-tasking feels like to me, being constantly interrupted.
It’s difficult to feel gladness and joyful and generally light when there is an unnoticed dullness holding you down Even though I’ve been skirting around the issue for years, I was never getting down to the core of it.
Do you leave their company feeling happy, energised, excited, comforted and generally pleasant? Or do you leave feeling sad, angry, tired, frustrated, anxious and generally glum?
My brother gave me a book for my birthday last month, The Pleasures of Leisure by Robert Dessaix. He said I need to chill out. He’s right, but he doesn’t know how much I’ve already chilled out this year. It’s a delightful book. More like a collection of essays, or reflections on leisure, not a … Continue reading Day 190 – Pleasure
I'm writing on my phone today, there is indeed a WordPress app for this very purpose. I don't love my phone, it's useful and sometimes helpful but I probably only use about 1/4 of its capabilities. I'm using the phone today because my plans changed and I have some time to kill. In the past … Continue reading Day 188 – There’s an app for that
Isn’t that life? We think we’re comfortable and know what’s going on and then some gabronie turns up and confuses us. Depending on how your day is going and the individual gabronie, you might want to be friends or you might want to give them a smack. Of course to that gabronie, you’re the gabronie in their day and they might want to be your friend or smack you.
The party was a bit of fun, my husband and I shuffled through a couple of 1950s songs played in the style of the 1920s, then we went to one of the bars before it go too crowded.
I should brush my teeth every day, drink enough water, get enough sleep and write a gratitude journal. I’ll accept my own judgementality on some things. I could do a million and one different things every day. Some of them I do, some of them I don’t, some succeed and some fail. There’s less sting in could than should.