Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
I'm typing from my laptop, which is on a lap-board so I can sit in my recliner. I do, however, have a nice desk in my office that I should be utilizing, and will if I ever get around to getting the mess in there cleaned up.
We have an office with a desk, file cabinet and bar. We use the bar far more than either of us ever sit down to use the desk top computer. (we both prefer our laptops)
I'm definitely not as neat as it may seem. The only reason my desk happens to be clear is that I own a paper and plastic eating gremlin. I can't leave anything out unattended. She once ate my jury summons when I was summoned for jury duty earlier this year because I left it sitting on my desk.
But if not that for that, I probably wouldn't be posting pictures either because it would be a mess.
The fear of breaking your streak dissipates once you have done it. I found that once you've broken the streak, the second day is so much less stressful. They are just badges, after all, and too many lessens their desirability. I think I am on day three or four of having broken streaks. I feel liberated. But, this comment counts as blog participation. I will have to fight the urge to participate tomorrow.
I realised a long time ago that I should not listen to someone’s opinion of another. All too often I believed in the truth of the assessment I’d be given, only to find that, once I’d met the subject of that opinion, I thought of them very differently. How can people be so wrong about someone, I asked myself.
It took a while to learn how to take things with a large pinch of salt but I mastered the art eventually. And now I won’t judge you until I know you. Of course, sometimes I get it wrong and I’ve been known to make the most awful gaffe’s in personality assessment. But at least they’re my mistakes, and not someone else’s.
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