I’m experimenting in December. I’m planning to publish something every day in the run up to Christmas. I’m cheating slightly, in that I’m not committing to weekends.
One step at a time. One punch at a time. One round at a time.
Something I’ve learned.
If it costs you more than winning the fight is worth then know when to surrender. Learn to let things go.
The fight is simply the argument, the difference of opinion, clash of cultures or values. Continue reading…
The moments of hope and joy
This is a lovely article about the experience of Springsteen live: A Bruce Springsteen show makes you feel like the best version of yourself. The following particularly got me:
I think it’s to do with being middle aged and being grimly aware that existence is a series of compromises, and that if life has a purpose then it is in finding the moments of hope and joy amid the disappointments and troubles.
At about 7:40am this morning I was stood in the ticket queue in Leeds railway station when a little boy came over to tell me it was his birthday. He waved his fingers at me in desperation to tell me that he was now 3 years old.
He wanted to tell me, a complete stranger, all about his birthday party and visiting his grandmas house. Continue reading…