What is that saying? Something about “the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray“? Or we could go with “the Devil laughs when we make plans“. Either way, it’s clear that plans are not always meant to come to fruition. So why am I beating myself up so much that mine haven’t?
This one is going to be a bit of a personal post. Actually, right now I’m not even sure if I will publish it. I’ll see how I feel at the end. See where it goes.
I’ve suddenly found myself with a lot more time on my hands than I’m used to. This isn’t by any means a bad thing; it is apparent that I’ve been neglecting myself for some time so I will use this time as wisely as I can.
I’m perfectly happy with myself at last;
I’ve finally managed to shake off my past.
I know who I am and I know what I’m doing;
I have new dreams that I’m wholeheartedly pursuing.
New Year’s Eve. A time for people to look back on the past year and work out if it went according to plan. To make plans and formulate strategies for the coming year.
A quick glance at Facebook at this time of year will reveal plenty of status updates alluding to this:
“2012 has been a hard year, but I know 2013 will be better!”
“I can’t believe I’ve made it through this year. Thanks to all my friends who got me through. 2013 is gonna be MY year, just you watch me!”
Call me a cynic but I bet this time last year the same people posted very similar statuses. And the year before….
Do the people who don’t post these statuses have great years? No! They just move on quickly and refuse to dwell on the bad stuff.
Everybody has hard times. Everybody. Nobody just glides through life without a care in the world. The trick is to not give the bad times too much importance. Deal with it while you have to then put it behind you and never look back. Whatever the future brings, you want to meet it face on.
I’m not trying to be blasé about it; it is hard. And when it feels the hardest is when you need to do it the most. But life will feel better if you only look forward.
Happy New Year x
Today has been a weird one
Full of stress and tears.
My head, it has been pounding
And I’ve felt older than my years.
I thought I’d lost a friend, you see,
And that thought tore me apart;
Although I’ve never met the man
He’s lodged inside my heart.
We became good friends on Twitter:
Sharing thoughts by Tweet
We learnt so much about each other
And planned one day, to meet.
It begun to get confusing –
We maybe crossed a line,
We both enjoyed it so much
So pretended it was fine.
The reality is we went too far
And something had to give
It seems that it had overflowed
into the life he lived.
We worked it out as good friends do
And set the boundaries
Both knowing its how it has to be
And both very pleased
That we made it through the other side,
our friendship still so strong
It’s not like we’re teenagers:
We both know right from wrong.
So now today is over
And peace, at last, is mine,
I’m grateful that I haven’t lost
My friend, a man so fine.
Inspiration comes from a multitude of places. Some are obvious; an old memory, a song, something I’ve seen from the bus. Other times it’s conversations I’ve overheard. Other people’s lives that I’ve overlapped with mine for a few moments.
One very close friend inspires me a lot. He has this knack of asking questions that really make me think. They bounce around in my head for a couple of days until I have to get the words out. He’s been responsible for a couple of my favourite posts.
Other little things stick in my mind and are stored until my brain decides it’s time to let them out. Silly incidental things, like the lovely lady who is often on my bus after work. She’s probably in her early 50s and looks so kind and caring. Her gentleman friend meets her off the bus every evening with a gentle kiss, then he takes her bags and walks her home.
I think about them quite a lot, but my thoughts aren’t quite forming words yet.
The lad that gets on my bus in the morning, who flashes his monthly bus pass like a Federal Agent flashes his badge.
The Big Issue guy not far from work, who always tells me to take care of myself.
Little things like this give me so much inspiration. People surprise me and give me hope
It makes you wonder though, as you go about your day: whose lives are you inspiring? Who is turning what feels like a run-of-the-mill occurrence into art? A painting? A poem? Or even a lowly little blog post.