Several years ago I was dragged kicking and screaming to the city to live. I grew up in regional/country Victoria (A southern state of Australia, Melbourne being our capital) and was not a big fan of the city. But after a period of adjustment and a handful of concrete pills, I started to enjoy it (city living) for what it was. Now we have moved back to the country, way out of town on 10 acres. Our own little farmlet. It is awesome, space, peace, wildlife and on and on and on.
I find myself missing things from the city I thought I’d never. Little things, big things all kinds of crazy things. Here’s one.
Street lights are cool because they help you to see where you are going. When it rains their light reflects off the road and looks nice. In the gaps between there are shadows in which scary things can lurk. If your going for a run and feel like giving up and stopping you can push yourself on by saying just until the next street light.
Do you carefully consider your options before easing your way into a new venture or making big life decisions?
I used to to live exclusively in the latter camp and abhor the former. My thinking was, and experience taught me, that if Murphy was going to bite you than he would no matter what so why not just get it over and done with. A very wise woman once spoke to me about balance, and it has plagued me the rest of my life. Trying to find it, understand it, hold onto it, achieve it. The illusive bastard, balance. Somewhere between to two.
Gradually, bit by bit. Take small steps. Break off manageable chunks. Make it doable. Specific. Measurable. Achievable. Realistic. Timeline. I used to wake with a coffee and a cigarette. Now I wake with a coffee, a couple pieces of Vegemite toast, a piece of fruit and some exercise. Strangely enough I feel better for it, sort of, sometimes, maybe, kinda.
Anyway it’s raining out, just the tiniest glimmer of the new day in the sky. Looks like ill be getting a wet arse this morning.
Have a great one.
I started to feel like this was just a series of long winded Facebook status updates.
So I stopped reading and writing.
I think I miss it.