Some say the greatest fear is the un-known... Not knowing what lurks in the shadows, not knowing a career direction and not knowing where you'll go.
But surely with every un-known, there must be a person that knows?
To stick to the yellow brick road that is life and go on with no bumps, diversions and no strays off the path would be easy, but surely a life stuck in a comfort zone? A life that might never realize its full potential and a life never knowing what is beyond the trail.
Some people are happy to go along and live their life like this. Some call it a bubble... However, some people know no different and get their bubble burst without warning or wanting it.
To the passing eye, the lady that works in my canteen might just be a middle aged kind hearted woman. A lady who reads her paper at 3pm, who always serves me with a smile and a lady that always laughs at me even though I'm sure I never say anything funny.
A lady that calls me Andy.
I had never noticed she did it, until the other day when I was at the till. I stood there and she said, "How are you today Andy?" I looked at her blankly and for a split second said nothing. I then handed her the money and said, "I'm good thank you." I turned and walked away wondering why she just called me Andy and more to the point, why I just accepted it and replied to it.
When dealing with the un-known, is it sometimes better to just guess?
A friend of mine has taught me a valuable lesson. He came out of a very long relationship and had to re-build a life that he had some what lost contact with. He re-developed strong friendships and new goals.
He threw himself into this un-known and turned it into a new direction. He didn't know where he was going or who he'd meet but he guessed his way through it and the guessing turned into knowing, making the un-known not seem so un-familiar.
It is fine to not know where you are going; who you are and be scared of the un-known... at the end of the day we are all just guessing.
Andy
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
House Sweet Home
Bed's made, carpets cleaned and the smell of polish covering every available surface. Shoes in the cupboard, coats hanging up and when everyone’s out, you walking around naked.
Is your house, your home?
Most people have some sort of routine... That’s life, even if you feel you haven't, you most probably have.
I often think I don't have a routine, I'm not always on time and sometimes I do things in very irregular ways. I guess a routine can be as simple as having coffee every morning, always having a shower and never skipping breakfast.
To enjoy a house the main thing you need is comfort. I'm not talking fluffy cushions, bed-spreads from John Lewis and lamp shades from Next... I mean the comfortable feeling that lives inside us. That warm haze you get from your home, that feeling you get when you've found the right house and the feeling you yearn for when you're away from it.
This feeling provides the foundations of comfort and you provide the furnishings, enabling a house to become a home.
Landscape gardeners... mainly men who don't mind getting muddy, making noise and drinking all your tea. Gardiners that like to take their time and charge for it too. Gardiners that you forget are there and soon want them to hurry up and finish!
For lack of routine in my life, I get up at different times every day. On a working morning I have to be up with an alarm, but Saturdays are bliss as I rise when I am ready.
Sundays are said to be the day of rest, I say the weekend is all about resting. Days of rest are days you can do as you please.
I am not a naked person... I can't sleep naked and usually run to the shower clutching a towel. But sometimes, when everyone is out and you wake up, it just happens.
Stumble out of bed rubbing my eyes, one foot follows the other. Walking across my room taking my boxers off as I reach my blind... rolling up the blind ready for the morning sun.
The gardeners work Saturdays.
I launch myself back making more of a show than the one the two gardeners just witnessed and the other missing the action. I sit behind my bed on the other side cringing at what just happened and daring not to look.
Yes. Yes, I just showed all that I have to three gardeners that are here for another two weeks. I just showed the people I have to make small talk with in the morning and tea for when I come home, all my morning glory.
I crawled out of my room and stayed behind walls and out of the windows site for most of the day. Praying they would hurry up and go, praying they’d finish early and keeping my blind closed.
I have now discovered a house is not a home till it is complete. Completing a house is a hard task and something that could take months, even years. You have to appreciate what you have and realise that if home is where the heart is, then work at it. A wall is not built in a day.
In the mean time remember this… nakedness is something that is better when the blinds are pulled down.
Is your house, your home?
Most people have some sort of routine... That’s life, even if you feel you haven't, you most probably have.
I often think I don't have a routine, I'm not always on time and sometimes I do things in very irregular ways. I guess a routine can be as simple as having coffee every morning, always having a shower and never skipping breakfast.
To enjoy a house the main thing you need is comfort. I'm not talking fluffy cushions, bed-spreads from John Lewis and lamp shades from Next... I mean the comfortable feeling that lives inside us. That warm haze you get from your home, that feeling you get when you've found the right house and the feeling you yearn for when you're away from it.
This feeling provides the foundations of comfort and you provide the furnishings, enabling a house to become a home.
Landscape gardeners... mainly men who don't mind getting muddy, making noise and drinking all your tea. Gardiners that like to take their time and charge for it too. Gardiners that you forget are there and soon want them to hurry up and finish!
For lack of routine in my life, I get up at different times every day. On a working morning I have to be up with an alarm, but Saturdays are bliss as I rise when I am ready.
Sundays are said to be the day of rest, I say the weekend is all about resting. Days of rest are days you can do as you please.
I am not a naked person... I can't sleep naked and usually run to the shower clutching a towel. But sometimes, when everyone is out and you wake up, it just happens.
Stumble out of bed rubbing my eyes, one foot follows the other. Walking across my room taking my boxers off as I reach my blind... rolling up the blind ready for the morning sun.
The gardeners work Saturdays.
I launch myself back making more of a show than the one the two gardeners just witnessed and the other missing the action. I sit behind my bed on the other side cringing at what just happened and daring not to look.
Yes. Yes, I just showed all that I have to three gardeners that are here for another two weeks. I just showed the people I have to make small talk with in the morning and tea for when I come home, all my morning glory.
I crawled out of my room and stayed behind walls and out of the windows site for most of the day. Praying they would hurry up and go, praying they’d finish early and keeping my blind closed.
I have now discovered a house is not a home till it is complete. Completing a house is a hard task and something that could take months, even years. You have to appreciate what you have and realise that if home is where the heart is, then work at it. A wall is not built in a day.
In the mean time remember this… nakedness is something that is better when the blinds are pulled down.
Sunday, 14 February 2010
A happy valentine...
A card from a question mark, a flower that has a thorn and food that adds calories as you look at it... Happy Valentines.
Some people say that it is a day that is hated or love. A day that rivals Marmite, a day that card companies love and a day that is full of mixed emotions.
In my opinion... Its a day that I love.
A very good friend advised me that Valentines Day is for people that are single or in a fresh relationship. She is coming up to her fourth year and although there is a strong relationship there, she just doesnt see the fuss surrounding the day. My parents are the same and most of my friends who are in long term relationships share these views.
So where is the love?
Is it left on the shelves with the bad cards? Left with the people craving it as they watch another rom-com... or is it just merely underneath the bells and whistles.
Love in any shape or form is not something that, if true, is packed into one day. Love is something that lasts forever...
Yes, celebrate your love. Wine and dine, romance one another but then wake up and do it all again. Love is like that puppy... It should not just be for christmas, but for life.
Single, paired or going with the flow... Love is in our bestest friends, our families, our partners and in everyone somewhere.
Don't be down on this day, don't be ashamed to love this day, don't forget who you love and don't save it all up for just one day a year... wheres the fun in it.
You have the Love... even if you havent found it yet and if you have, cherish it.
Enjoy your Valentines Day, whatever type it is.
x
Some people say that it is a day that is hated or love. A day that rivals Marmite, a day that card companies love and a day that is full of mixed emotions.
In my opinion... Its a day that I love.
A very good friend advised me that Valentines Day is for people that are single or in a fresh relationship. She is coming up to her fourth year and although there is a strong relationship there, she just doesnt see the fuss surrounding the day. My parents are the same and most of my friends who are in long term relationships share these views.
So where is the love?
Is it left on the shelves with the bad cards? Left with the people craving it as they watch another rom-com... or is it just merely underneath the bells and whistles.
Love in any shape or form is not something that, if true, is packed into one day. Love is something that lasts forever...
Yes, celebrate your love. Wine and dine, romance one another but then wake up and do it all again. Love is like that puppy... It should not just be for christmas, but for life.
Single, paired or going with the flow... Love is in our bestest friends, our families, our partners and in everyone somewhere.
Don't be down on this day, don't be ashamed to love this day, don't forget who you love and don't save it all up for just one day a year... wheres the fun in it.
You have the Love... even if you havent found it yet and if you have, cherish it.
Enjoy your Valentines Day, whatever type it is.
x
Saturday, 13 February 2010
New York
They say that New York is a city of dreams, a city that never sleeps, a place where you can escape the world, shop, site see and relax... I say it is a place unlike any other.
To say I had a fear of flying would be slightly extreme. I will get on the plane, it's just the take off, landing and little bumps in between that make me grip the seats and pray to whoever will listen that I will make a safe journey, in a tin can over the sea, miles in the air.
There is something slightly exciting about going back to a place you have been to before. Don't get me wrong, going away to new places is amazing, discovering un-seen things and enjoying fresh memories... But sometimes going back to a place can shed new light on things you might have missed the last time.
Money, Tickets, Passport... Check! Sister... Check, Dad and Step-mum tagging along on our holiday... Check!
W hotels are well known for class, taste, expense and quality. Our hotel didn't fail to disappoint on any of these things. Situated in a prime location and armed with everything we needed, our holiday began... and after a lot of ups and downs, it was welcomed with open arms by the four of us that went.
Gym at the crack of dawn with my marathon runner of a dad, followed by big breakfasts, shopping till the shops shut, long lunches and evenings filled with laughter, wine and excellent food.
A holiday that makes you smile.
A museum is a place where you go to see history, art or find out fascinating details about things you never even knew. A museum is not meant to be a place where you take a photo of an artist’s picture and make it look like you took it yourself... dad!
Some say that having fun makes time fly and being bored makes us clock watch. It’s annoying at how true this statement is. The 5 day trip did fly by, packed with so much and so many stories and memories freshly created and imprinted into my mind.
It was a city where we did sleep... I think they got that bit wrong, as it was my jet lag that made home become the place I didn’t sleep.
They say it is a place where dreams come true... I say it is a place that provokes the massive potential in us all. A place to remember...
Great times.
To say I had a fear of flying would be slightly extreme. I will get on the plane, it's just the take off, landing and little bumps in between that make me grip the seats and pray to whoever will listen that I will make a safe journey, in a tin can over the sea, miles in the air.
There is something slightly exciting about going back to a place you have been to before. Don't get me wrong, going away to new places is amazing, discovering un-seen things and enjoying fresh memories... But sometimes going back to a place can shed new light on things you might have missed the last time.
Money, Tickets, Passport... Check! Sister... Check, Dad and Step-mum tagging along on our holiday... Check!
W hotels are well known for class, taste, expense and quality. Our hotel didn't fail to disappoint on any of these things. Situated in a prime location and armed with everything we needed, our holiday began... and after a lot of ups and downs, it was welcomed with open arms by the four of us that went.
Gym at the crack of dawn with my marathon runner of a dad, followed by big breakfasts, shopping till the shops shut, long lunches and evenings filled with laughter, wine and excellent food.
A holiday that makes you smile.
A museum is a place where you go to see history, art or find out fascinating details about things you never even knew. A museum is not meant to be a place where you take a photo of an artist’s picture and make it look like you took it yourself... dad!
Some say that having fun makes time fly and being bored makes us clock watch. It’s annoying at how true this statement is. The 5 day trip did fly by, packed with so much and so many stories and memories freshly created and imprinted into my mind.
It was a city where we did sleep... I think they got that bit wrong, as it was my jet lag that made home become the place I didn’t sleep.
They say it is a place where dreams come true... I say it is a place that provokes the massive potential in us all. A place to remember...
Great times.
Looking back
Every now and then something throws us. Whether its a past memory, a faded dream or facing an un-certain future. Instead of looking back, sometimes maybe we should just turn around and face it.
If a place can trigger a memory or a feeling and make you feel strong enough to remember and miss something, then surely it is time to stop running. Stop thinking and start going with those feelings.
To live a life where you are always stopped in your tracks by a smell, memory, photo you keep in the drawer you never open or the ring you sometimes slip on to see how it feels and remember a past.
Life is far too short not to act. We get these feelings come to us for reasons, un-finished endings, un-certain futures...
It is not about why, but more about what you do about them?
To miss someone or something can be a great pain... but to miss someone and still be able to do something about it is just a great shame. Some people don't get the chance to tell people how they feel.
Take your chance.
If a place can trigger a memory or a feeling and make you feel strong enough to remember and miss something, then surely it is time to stop running. Stop thinking and start going with those feelings.
To live a life where you are always stopped in your tracks by a smell, memory, photo you keep in the drawer you never open or the ring you sometimes slip on to see how it feels and remember a past.
Life is far too short not to act. We get these feelings come to us for reasons, un-finished endings, un-certain futures...
It is not about why, but more about what you do about them?
To miss someone or something can be a great pain... but to miss someone and still be able to do something about it is just a great shame. Some people don't get the chance to tell people how they feel.
Take your chance.
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