I have a Flickr site so mates abroad can keep track of what I’m up to and where I’ve been. But Yahoo!, which drives Flickr, has lost me. So if you have any idea where I am, plse mail Yahoo! and tell them. I really would like to update my site before Lucy phones and complains about that as well.
My throat hurts. According to Louisa Hay, in her book titled Heal Your Life, it’s because I am not vocalising my true thoughts or emotions. Now how could one, who aspires to walking in constant grace and beauty, express an effective alternate to ‘Eff off’? Scottish comedian, Billy Connolly, toyed with ‘Go away’ or more specifically ‘Go away-ay-ay’, but you’re probably guaranteed to cause belly-aching laughter than a hastily receding back.
I am currently working on an exceptionally challenging project. The pressure is on to deliver on a deadline – a deadline currently banging on my door like a crazed bunch of cash-strapped divas five minutes before a 50% off shoe sale at AD Spitz. All I want to do is scream Go away-ay-ay! I also want to tell every person responsible for the delay, that it’s a project which has been in the system for six months and if they had respected our timing plan, we would never have been in this situation in the first place. That’s it! I want to finger point while singing the poor-me song. But I know that bemoaning the lack of action in the past will only cause more friction and resentment in an already stressful environment.
My chosen role – both in my career and in my life – is to empower not to belittle, to forge forward along a path of progress not destruction. A challenging role, which requires constant self-observation, as so often ego* tends to suppress the spirit within.
I have therefore requested a ‘post-mortem’ once my deadline is met. The aim is to analyse our past actions and arrive at a solution to minimize generating further unhealthy energy. I hope my throat heals by then as I have lots say – but I am grateful for the time to prepare how I going say it.
A charming sign spotted on a beach in Portugal while on holiday there. I fell in love with the way in which the little dog is being firmly yet lovingly ‘instructed’ to stay at home.
Footnote: Wayne Dyer, in his book, Your Sacred Self, refers to human nature as ego.
My inner thoughts, however, belied my façade of joy. What does he know? After all, his whole life on Mother Earth is only ten years long. I have just sat through a 3 hour epic thinking; ok! so they’ve relocated Jurassic Park to the Serengeti using The Matrix as a portal, slapped batwings on a duck, morphed a rhino with a hammerhead shark, and painted 10ft tall people blue. Throw in a green peace message to secure the eco-vote, a pair of 3D glasses for the wow factor and you’ll have them eating out of your now gilded-hand.
I am most grateful for the positive feedback I have recevied since starting this cyber-journey. But what I failed to realise is that I actually have ardent readers who are slightly displeased by my recent absense. I therefore have to apologise for my complacency (beautifully disguising down-right laziness). Thank you for the kick up the behind. I shall ne’er neglect you again. So til my return this eve, take care.