Fishers of Men

 'Fishers of Men' 

Love the walks around the local lake. Yes he did look behind himself but I did not let that stop me from taking a photo. Not to worry sir. We will probably never see each other again. I never quite understood why people go fishing. There must be something to it though, as three blokes lined the edge of the half a metre apart from each other remaining silent except for a few side glances. How does this constitute as a social gathering? Is this how married people stay married? So many questions, so little time.

I gingerly remove my judgy tiger mum lens and readjust with my spontaneous tiger cub lens and carried on staring into his back. This may be fun and heaven for some...or for that trio. 1) You don't have to engage with the other person besides 'pass the bait' or 'cor, this is a big one!' 2) You have no interest in befriending strangers therefore enlisting the company of a like-minded antisocial friend would resolve that issue of unwelcome interruptions, enabling you to remain stoic and pensive. 3) You get your endorphin hit and vitamin D from 'sunshine' regulating circadian rhythm promising a good night's kip 4) You can look out 'to sea' pondering the mysteries of life wondering how on planet earth did you end up here wearing a flat cap and wellies fishing for....well...fish only to release it back into the wild before returning home to eat shop-bought breaded cod.

I put my Motorola back in my left pocket and made a right towards the kid's playground. Real-time duration approx 120 seconds. 🎣

Guess who's back, back again?

Last post dated 2013. It is now 31 Jan 2021. Well. Better late than never!

After gentle persuasion from friends over the last year (I know, I'm hard to crack) I finally figured that it was high time to return to the world of Blogspot. Probably could have blogged sooner but Facebook is just so convenient and I'm lazy. "Do I really need to use ANOTHER platform?" 

"Isn't blogging just a touch narcissistic and presumptuous to think that people would actually want to read your brain?"

Thankfully I had just Yotubed a video on Enneagram Types and the advice for Type 1 Improvers when they are on unhealthy levels is to sing their inner critic voices to the tune of 'Happy Birthday to You'. It dispels and disarms the lie helping one to get out of their anal-retentive, perfectionistic, critical rut. 

Worked a treat and I got over my fears of producing inappropriate or irrelevant content. Or maybe that's the point - to not regulate and just brain-dump my musings.

Right, enough rambling, and let's climb back up from the rabbit hole...

Hi. I won't promise that I'd blog regularly as chances are I'd devote all my energies on this for 2 weeks before losing steam and returning to sloth mode scrolling through Insta and Facebook.

But in the unlikely event that I'd stay and be faithful to Bloggerland...erm...

WELCOME TO MY HUMBLE CYBER ABODE. And allow me to remove caps lock so it doesn't look like I'm shouting. 

Would like this blog to be, dare I say it, a safe space to natter in written form the inner workings of my heart on a good day, whilst also encasing the cauldron of rantings on my less healthy days. I shall endeavour to keep the latter to a minimum...

Right. How the heck do you upload a photo?!