Catchment area

I was a big black cloud today. I was boring, whiny, bad tempered and pessimistic. I tend to get like that some times. Ok, many times. Isn't it amazing though - how self involved we (fine, I) can get sometimes. Only looking at issues, at problems, at things-to-do and not at all the things that are just there in life or just happen to work quietly and without-a-hitch-edly so our life can go wonderfully on? And even when something extra-ordinary or extra nice happens, how quickly do we get used to that and take it for granted?

We need windows. We need pauses. We need showers.

We need windows to see outside. To watch the rain. To watch real life - not the one that is playing in our head - the crazy one that is trying to catch, plan and analyze the next moment and moments while we blatantly ignore the current one. To watch trees and clouds and the skies. To watch people hurrying down the street. And to wonder. About all those lives and thoughts. And what we truly want and are.

'Tis true. Give me a pair of pajamas and a shower and some free time and I will wax philosophical at the drop of a hat.

Coming back to the very real world and its very real problems. My maintenance guy is absconding with my window blinds. (Again, it never ceases to amaze me - the number of times when I have said something that I never thought I would say. For instance - WARNING! TANGENT AHEAD!! - I was talking to a friend the other day and said "So there I was, just kinda sleeping in the coffin ...." and I stopped and was like - Whoa! I never thought I'd ever say that in my life! For the curious few, (and for the non curious ones who made it this far into this devious sentence or whatever-language-construction-it-is, I was talking to this friend about my stint as a volunteer at the Halloween event at work))

Phew!

And so to a little bit of work and eventually to bed.

Goodnight, me hearties!

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