Friday, December 3, 2021

A marathon or two at 50?

I’m 50 in February. 

 Go on then. You only live once. I won’t be trying for a good completion time. I am just after completing. 

Just had a nice 9 km in the snow. I used the 3 + 2 running pranayama breath.






Saturday, May 29, 2021

Relentlessly taking responsibility




Relentlessly taking responsibility for my thoughts, actions, situation, life, needs, habits, spirituality, physicality. In order to radically take ownership of this life, I must take responsibility for it. Even if another person or situation causes me some form of harm, my response is my responsibility. My choice. This is freedom. The freedom that can be experienced even in shackles. 
I think I have to constantly remind myself of it. I find it so easy to blame others, or the situation. There is this amazing screaming lyric from a hardcore band I listen to where the singer screams "the walls are in your mind". This cliché is rendered raw by the passion of the song. It makes me think that blame builds a mental wall,  constructed one brick at a time. A wall that is a barrier to the endless landscape of possibility. 

The band is Sweden’s Painted Wolves. If you like hardcore-punk, here is a link

Thursday, May 27, 2021

Feeling foolish.

"The list of mistakes you can never recover from is very short. 

But you likely realize your life will not be destroyed if your book doesn’t sell or if a potential date turns you down or if your startup goes bust. It’s not the failed outcome that paralyzes us. It’s the possibility of looking stupid, feeling humiliated, or dealing with embarrassment that prevents us from getting started at all.

The first step to being courageous is being willing to look foolish."

This is from James Clear. 

You can get his newsletter here.

https://jamesclear.com/3-2-1/refer?rh_ref=e4188701

I recently culled all of the things I had signed up for over the years. I kept this though.

Saturday, March 6, 2021

Rockin' home knits



Rocking the crucial middle-aged home knit style boyyyyyyy.


Saturday, February 22, 2020

Article about almond milk



28.05.2021: Disclaimer. I have not put any effort in to checking whether this is correct or not.

Monday, February 12, 2018

Cleaning the clutter

Good afternoon.
Whilst looking through the draft posts in blogger today I found this one. It wasn't really a post, just a title: "cleaning the clutter". I have absolutely no idea as to what I was thinking about when I wrote that title, but it sounds catchy. I wonder if I was thinking about a spring cleaning bout at the time. It is impossible to tell as drafts aren't dated once you open them - which I just did.
However, this post that never was has made me think about my approach to cleaning. Not just physically cleaning, as in housework or tidying my desk. I love recycling. Even digital recycling. I am the kind of person who changes the name of an empty folder on their computer desktop before starting to fill it with files, rather than simply deleting it and making a new one when needed. Totally pointless. Perhaps in this case it is not completely pointless though, as I suddenly got the urge to fill in some of the gaps here and post about recycling as a form of creativity.
Recycling as inspiration :)
One of my recent obsessions was the quote "do what you can, with what you have, where you are" which, after a cursory internet search, seems to be attributed to Theodore Roosevelt. It isn't really that relevant to me whether it was Roosevelt, or Bugs Bunny - it works for me. I love the idea of making do. It appeals to the punk in me. One of the defining ethics of the punk movement was the idea of do-it-yourself. I felt that this was especially important to the later phases of punk, like my beloved "straight edge hardcore" punk. In fact, let us not get started on straight edge hardcore right now, as that is definitely going to be something that I will want to write about in the future as it too has had a massive effect on my psyche of late. Making do - doing it yourself - making something out of some old rubbish. My whole point here boils down to the fact that if I hadn't decided to recycle this post, I would have probably not written anything today. Just the fact that I decided to reuse the title has forced into being a load of words on a page. Granted, they may never be read - they're not even that exciting, but they are here in the world and it's because I took something which was rubbish and used it in a new way. Reinterpretation. I like this a lot . Reinterpretation of trash causes creativity. How about that?
Indeed. Right on Theodore.

Happy birthday to me.

Good morning.

This month I am 46 years old and, as with every year, want to remember how bloody lucky I am to be happy and healthy. 



Thanks for being with me on this bloggy-interwebs-journey. Shall we go around another time?