It’s a bit of an unpopular, defeatist sentiment (especially in this web-world of pinspirational quotes and nature pics) to accept limitations. Throwing your hands up and saying ‘I can’t’ tends to come across as either defensive, or is read as a need for some reassurance, or as fishing. This not any of those things.
If you’re lucky enough to have been raised in a household where the attitude has always been that nothing should stop you, that you can and should be able to do anything, then admitting that you have limitations to abilities can be a bit of a head-f*ck, actually. Genuinely. Not being able to do something comes with the additional shame of thinking you should be able to do it.
Not being able to do something when you really, really want to be able to do it, is worse.
After archly proclaiming in my last entry that “31 feels as though changes are afoot. It certainly feels better than the uncertainty of 21,” this week I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m either psychic or stupid, or both. Continue reading
Maybe you aren’t interested in the Arctic, or dogs, or Greenland (I am, but that’s me, and I find Gary Rolfe’s blog fascinating). Regardless – this particular post is worth a read. It’ll light a fire under you.
Gary Rolfe: My First 20,000 Polar Miles.
Today my Christmas/New Year break starts. I have nearly three weeks (ok, two and a half, but nearly three makes it sound much longer) to do all the projects I claim not to have time to do when I’m working full time; I basically get to pretend I’m a student again – more specifically an English student, which means about 9 hours of the day committed (to training) and the rest “studying”, where studying means doing whatever I please. Continue reading
Yesterday a good friend of mine, who has gone to travel and live in a couple of other countries for the next year, got in touch. He was upset – someone he knew, but wasn’t close to, died. It was a very short conversation, but it got me thinking about absent friends.
Except it’s winter. Still discontented, though. Part of this might be down to it being winter, to all my challenges for this year being either finished or proving not to be enjoyable. Being slightly fed-up with work, maybe? Technically everything in my home life is fine, except… Continue reading
It’s not a secret, exactly, but it’s not common knowledge among the people I see day-to-day that I have depression.
I don’t mind people knowing about it and I don’t mind answering questions. I don’t think it’s something that ought to define me, but there’s a stigma attached to it and it’s definitely not a glamorous quirk, so I tend not to drop that side of my life into general conversation when someone asks me about myself.
I’m the type of person who needs a deadline to get anything done. Being that my life is flipping past me at top speed ‘like one of those day calendars in an old movie’ (as someone recently and horribly described it) I’ve signed up to dayzeroproject. Basically, writing a list of 101 things to achieve in the next 1,001 days. Continue reading