Photo of me taken by Nicole
I have heard, it is what we try to teach others that we need most to learn ourselves. I realise that I have a need to ramble here. You never know I might learn something.
So, what is it I have been trying to teach recently? Be more honest? Share where you are at? Be less serious and have more fun? I am in admiration of many bloggers who are so direct and open with their opinions... mine seem to be so changeable and like the wind. Today especially I feel unsure of everything. So I turn to some book or quote or other for inspiration and direction...
Jean Ray Laury: A funny little book picked up at a garage sale or somewhere. I have never quilted, but something made me pick it up; entitled "Keeping it all together- The Not-Just-For-Quiltmakers Coping Book". First lines of the first page:
"There's an expression that goes "she really asked for it." The unstated part of that expression is that she got it, too. There may be more truth in that than we care to admit. We pretty much get only what we ask for. We certainly don't get more than we ask for."
So. Ok. I haven't been asking for much. In fact, usual problem, have been supplying more than I've been getting. Resentment 'flu alert! Didn't see it coming. Backlog, head of steam and the lid blew off. Poor T. Sorry all 'round.
Last words of the first chapter:
"It's so easy for us all to make assumptions about what's possible and what isn't, without ever asking. So whatever it is you fantasize about, start making it a reality. Decide on the most wonderful thing that could happen to you, and then ask for it. And keep on asking."
What do I want to happen to me? What do I really want? Where's that pen and paper? Time to make a short list. Then make it known.
Mmmm... the maudlin mood of this blog post suggests you need to get to a pub ... guzzle some drinks and have a laugh. Weird thing. Last evening I was visiting my terminally ill mother in law and on the bookcase I found an unused calendar for some seaside town in the Bay of Plenty. I think it was Taurangi or something like that with White Island smoking out at sea. It seemed another bizarre co-incidence. Perhaps it was a sign telling me to visit the Bay of Plenty. I would rather go there than the Bay of Deprivation or the Bay of Emptiness.
ReplyDeleteYou are right YP! Need a good laugh with some friends. Unfortunely NZ pubs are not like English ones...
ReplyDeleteYou're up late.
Tauranga? Definitely a sign.
Poverty Bay, believe it or not, is just around the corner.