follow the rabbit
No house. No canoe. A wonderful short, but No long term romantic prospects. No pet... No problem actually. Of those, only the bricks and mortar are bothering me deeply but my work continues to dictate and it dictates personal chaos. Fine.
34 by now. Feeling 40 approach somehow and I have no idea how thats happened. still feel like a child on the inside, and lets be honest, act like one on the out. Everything is always 'tomorrow' with me. Personal goals certainly. If its work, or a friend, it gets done, then. Otherwise, long finger. very lonng finger. Will it ever change... YES... tomorrow?
Couple of exciting things on the horizon. Work has properly taken off in the US. over there for a week in a few weeks time. Washington DC area. Merger with a complimentary co. appears bigtime on the cards in the UK vv soon (if you read this in a year and snigger, i wont care, ill be in a tight fitting white padded jacket).
Reading all sorts of interesting lit. from ethical slutdom to freakonomics; the alchemist * to bondage stories; science experiments for kids to lean manufacturing; and from Nietsche to Mao... its a chaos of fact and fict.
Coelho's Alchemist deserves special credit. Epiphinal moments come few. What pre-reading this was a personal dissatisfaction, a self-depreciating lack of respect for the 'choice process' what brung me here, post-coelho was, is, a deep sense of comfort and pleasure, a belief and respect for the path and the method, albeit somewhat in ignorance followed. Whereas I once questioned and found no real decisiveness or courage in the selection of my path, going back all the way into school, to the very early days, the birth of my decision making - now I see reason, courage, direction. Not in my traditional value form. But strongly, firmly, instinctively, following opportunity, wheedling out openings, picking up threads, sending out signals, riding the waves of chance and positively actively allowing myself to be taken forward.
Like this:
at 16, bunk off double french to watch video on carlow rtc, lands me there - while in last year stubbornly follow the hopeful prize route - carlow to europe with award in pocket - stopped in my tracks by thief in amsterdam... for 4 years - follow an eve to the garden of australia - breakup takes me back to the nest - roots and friendships recharged, the good ship 'love' and the winds of 'opportunity' blow me back to holland - death, heartbreak, pain and anxiety drive me here (in a big lorry) - speculation puts kell in my path, leading me to a job that is all me, tailor made. I know this bcos I tailor made it. Again though, by following chance and being alive to the possibilities.
Where once I looked back feeling I hadnt been decisive and actively involved in 'choosing' my path, I now appreciate my activly creating or being open to chance, and instinctively following the white rabbit...
See you in 2008. x d
34 by now. Feeling 40 approach somehow and I have no idea how thats happened. still feel like a child on the inside, and lets be honest, act like one on the out. Everything is always 'tomorrow' with me. Personal goals certainly. If its work, or a friend, it gets done, then. Otherwise, long finger. very lonng finger. Will it ever change... YES... tomorrow?
Couple of exciting things on the horizon. Work has properly taken off in the US. over there for a week in a few weeks time. Washington DC area. Merger with a complimentary co. appears bigtime on the cards in the UK vv soon (if you read this in a year and snigger, i wont care, ill be in a tight fitting white padded jacket).
Reading all sorts of interesting lit. from ethical slutdom to freakonomics; the alchemist * to bondage stories; science experiments for kids to lean manufacturing; and from Nietsche to Mao... its a chaos of fact and fict.
Coelho's Alchemist deserves special credit. Epiphinal moments come few. What pre-reading this was a personal dissatisfaction, a self-depreciating lack of respect for the 'choice process' what brung me here, post-coelho was, is, a deep sense of comfort and pleasure, a belief and respect for the path and the method, albeit somewhat in ignorance followed. Whereas I once questioned and found no real decisiveness or courage in the selection of my path, going back all the way into school, to the very early days, the birth of my decision making - now I see reason, courage, direction. Not in my traditional value form. But strongly, firmly, instinctively, following opportunity, wheedling out openings, picking up threads, sending out signals, riding the waves of chance and positively actively allowing myself to be taken forward.
Like this:
at 16, bunk off double french to watch video on carlow rtc, lands me there - while in last year stubbornly follow the hopeful prize route - carlow to europe with award in pocket - stopped in my tracks by thief in amsterdam... for 4 years - follow an eve to the garden of australia - breakup takes me back to the nest - roots and friendships recharged, the good ship 'love' and the winds of 'opportunity' blow me back to holland - death, heartbreak, pain and anxiety drive me here (in a big lorry) - speculation puts kell in my path, leading me to a job that is all me, tailor made. I know this bcos I tailor made it. Again though, by following chance and being alive to the possibilities.
Where once I looked back feeling I hadnt been decisive and actively involved in 'choosing' my path, I now appreciate my activly creating or being open to chance, and instinctively following the white rabbit...
See you in 2008. x d
