I’ve been running around like a
(Ok so it’s got a green bum not a blue, but you get my drift?)
It’s of my own making, well most of it. There are so many thing that interest me and my default setting is to get involved, a more liberal application of the words ‘NO, ask some one else’ and the adoption of a motto of ‘Never Volunteer’ might be a good idea. I thought that after the fell running epic things would ease up a bit but the combination of ‘end of term’ school events, work and study deadlines along with dealing with the ‘fall out’ from the actions of a ‘time stealing mischief maker’ (I am showing great restraint here, but I really can’t put in print how feel about the Muppet.) has gobbled up time and energy of late
A colleague has gone on holiday this week to a silent retreat, it has an appeal, a bit of Zen calm and tranquility; or does it, how on earth would I cope with 7 days of silence? no Internet, no text, no blogs, no radio, paper or news and worst of all no conversation; could I really hack it? What do you think, would you love it or loath it?
I think it sounds more than a bit scary, all that time with my own company, alone with my mind; goodness, knows what I might find lurking, I don’t think I’ll go there.
Excuse me I’ve got a stack of blogs to read, I’ll put the kettle on.
Yes, these blogs are a big commitment! I really need to consume less of them. Yours is a good apperitif though, and a very pleasant way to start the day. Now I’m off to find out what has been going on in Bollywood over the weekend.
I don’t know how you manage to keep writing with all those other more real commitments. But thanks for managing it!
Joss
It sounds like 7 days of bliss to me. I think I’d love it.
I don’t usually care much for flies, but that’s a beautiful photo.
7 days without connectivity….hmmmm, I love the idea of the peace and simplicity, but I doubt I could do it especially no radio or news! It has been hard enough training myself not to check email until after I get to work in the morning!
I am already there! It’s called ‘Retirement’. lol. B is always telling me that I live in a world of my own. Tut, tut!
Once, when I was grieving, I spent some weeks on my own, walking on the beach and through the woods, reading nothing, listening to nothing but the wind and the waves and my own thoughts. It took days and days for the echoes of all the confusion to die down. Then I could figure out what I needed to do. Then I did it. I recommend it.
There are certainly times when something like that sounds a good idea, although perhaps not for seven days! xx
I think i could manage seven days on my own but id soon be missing things. If you do decide to dissapear for a few days . Take loads of photos and write a weeks worth of stuff pleeeeease.
Whats a time stealing mischief maker ???. One time I couldnt live without TV , but now im down to the odd documentry or sports program say once a week. Dont listen to pop music, local radio instead.
Much prefer to read or listen to radio derby nowadays
god i sound like my mum
My husband once challenged me to go for 10 minutes without talking on a road trip – I was on a particularly bad chatter-box spree and he had enough of a hangover to want me to stop. I made it to 8 minutes before I caved. 7 days? Not so much…