Archive for March 2008

Forgive me…

…for it has been many months since my last post.

The thing is, when I went through a spell of putting myself under pressure to do this on a regular basis, all the pleasure went from doing it. The cathartic nature of writing had been lost. The joy of finding the trivial and irrelevant amusing and sharing that with the world had gone. As the readership grew (and it was in the hundreds) the pressure became more to find new things to write about every day, to always write in a certain style, to try and cater to an audience that I didn’t know! That for me, was a great shame. You see, I can’t draw and nor can I sing. Anybody that has seen me try to dance will not need reminding of the controlled falling that is my dancing. Something I feel that I do OK at is to observe and on the odd occasion make people laugh. Not an especially great talent I’ll admit, nobody has ever been famed in history for being a great observer and neither will I be on stage as the new Billy Connolly anytime soon, but that’s what I’ve been given.

I was in Miami recently on a works trip (no work, just through work) and for the first time in years I was in a situation of spending all of my time with people I didn’t know. I knew two of my fellow travellers in passing but that was it. On this trip I got friendly with a few people and we had a really good time, in fact, I haven’t laughed so much in ages. Had I been given a talent for painting or singing I may have had a completely different weekend. It was the unique nature that makes up me that made me have the weekend I did. I’m not being big headed with that, we are all unique, and each of us would have had a different experience; I just enjoyed the one I had.

My point is, you shouldn’t let something you enjoy stop being fun otherwise it takes away a part of you. They say (actually I’ve never met anyone called “They”) that those that can turn their hobbies into their jobs are lucky. I couldn’t disagree more. I like my hobby to be an escape from work, otherwise where do you escape to?

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