A friend shared this quote at the start of the week.
It made me smile (the ‘, probably’ suffix) and think (the quote itself). And, it’s stayed in my mind all week. Which in this day and age, and moreover this mind, is a feat all of it’s own.
So, last night, I started wondering: what time spent is always good value? Immaterial. What time used is never too expensive? As in, no matter how long I spend on these things, I don’t ever think it will be a waste of money.
Here’s the list I have so far:
I’ve just finished watching my eldest’s school concert. OK, bear with me… this isn’t a schmaltzy ‘my-kid’s-great’ piece.
Twas the tale of a Nia Ben Felen (Fair Haired Nia — my kids go to a Welsh medium school).
It’s a story where Osian (let’s maybe call him ‘the PM’, just because) of Erin (duw, let’s call it UK), is encouraged to live each day as it comes and not look beyond the horizon.
The PM, sorry, Osian, feels his time as leader’s gone on too long though and doesn’t like the look of the what lies ahead. …
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Barry from Barry, Romi from Rome,
A retired chiropodist from Basingstoke
Thanks LinkedIn: I feel so alone
Fifty more hearts come in
Oh boy! What a 140 character moan
Not one of your followers know or care
That it's not even your own
A hundred likes and 20 comments
Your crafted Instagrams have real depth and tone
You filter, tilt shift, brighten and fade
Smiling as frenemies condone
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Your visitor numbers have grown and grown
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Yet nobody buys your cheap cologne
An empty, bristled door mat
No Christmas card from Uncle Tone
A teary, awkward phonecall
Passed away last month, unknown
Don’t go too far
Don’t climb too high
Do not reach for the sky
Don’t you ever think?
Don’t forget to share
Do not dream to dare
Don’t you laugh
Don’t think it’s a joke
Do not go for broke
Don’t run so fast
Don’t ask questions
Do not stick to your guns
Don’t just stand there
Don’t you dare hide
Do not swallow your pride
Don’t cry wolf
Don’t forget to chew
Do not do
Wake on a Friday
Get out of bed
One cop dead
Put on coffee
Shake my head
Two cops dead
Switch on the tele
Rub my eyes
Another cop dies
This can’t be real
I must’ve misread
A forth cop dead
News just in, they’re
Counting the cost
A fifth cop’s lost
Police are shocked
What did they expect?
BANG! went their guns
Hundreds slain to rest
Bang go the guns
‘til we’re all bereft
War don’t prove who’s right
Just who’s left
Wake up tomorrow
Get out of bed
Back when, what feels like a short time ago, but is actually half my lifetime, I was an under-graduate student in Chemical & Biochemical Engineering at Swansea University. Yes, me. I absolutely loved my time there and, like most, learnt much more about myself than my chosen subject.
Amidst my envy for arts students and their 8 hours of lectures a week; the early starts, as a dozen of us squeezed into a minibus, to head to Dow Corning for our industrial placements and the countless escapades of derring do in the bars and clubs of that pretty, shitty city…
What, that we do today, will our children look back at and not forgive us for?
For example, broadly speaking, our parents are embarrassed at the open racism our grandparents displayed. We are dismayed at the homophobic attitudes our parents showed as we grew up.
What will our kids and grandkids look back on with dismay?
This is a really interesting topic for me and one that I brought up with a bunch of people over Christmas and now in the new year.
Some of the responses:
Dad would’ve been seventy today and he would’ve loved tomorrow’s rugby match as much as any of us, that’s for sure. I guess we’re all living for tomorrow, aren’t we? Not specifically the rugby, just in general. Life’s for living after all, yet you never know when it’s going to end, eh?
One day it’s dreams, the next it’s memories.
So, here’s a tip; stop being a ‘coulda, woulda, shoulda’ kind of person and actually put yourself out there: do something. Take risks. Try new things. Be brave. Just fucking start doing that thing you’ve been saying you want to…
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Since leaving full time employment, just over three years ago, one of the main things I’ve realised is, as your own boss, you really are free to do as you see fit. Any place, any time, any how. It’s an incredibly liberating realisation.
From November 2011, till now, I’ve started countless projects, some of which have grown and flown, become really popular (Ignite, CardiffRead, Instagramers Cardiff/Wales/Cymru), others have fallen to the wayside (Midweek Film Club, #whereinthediff) and more still are just starting out (Old Faithful, plus another few that I can’t yet mention!).
I was pondering this whilst out walking…
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