Meeting post

Now I don't mean to be cynical
But the advice I give to others in spoonfuls of positivity
whilst not quite clinical
To me  there is not a wisp of recipricrocity
 Charity does not begin on this home page
And I find myself in a sea of animosity
In an over worked under played kind of rage
Not I may add at the insitution
As I am the victim of my own excess
And the master of my own absolution
The creator of this fine mess
What I need is a personal revolution
For the record
Or a similar veneer
Create my own accord
Be self sincere
Slow down, back up relax
Learn to listen to my inner ear
Give my self some personal voice
Remove that  sense  of fail by fear
I really have to make the choice and not keep faking
That all is fine despite the stresses and  turmoils
And understand that if it all about giving
There is nothing left for the taking
No perfect solutions just the spoils

Blog a Job day

I haven't blogged for a long time; thinking about it, I blame the IPad and other frippery thathas distracted me from putting fingers to the computer keyboard. I had started with the idea that I would spend 30 minutes of my lunchtime writing about things that came to my mind.  

I had set up the blog here after deciding that MySpace was not my space any longer after blogging there for over three years - I kept the blogs and looking back they document the highs, lows and middles of my life, the funny bits and the more serious side to me.  I have kept in touch with the wonderful people I met via MySpace and added more along the way via FaceBook (which I despair of but keep a work front and a me warts and all under a exhumed name - dead to the world but with the wit not to stiffen.

The lunch time blogging idea didn't work; ostensibly because in the world of the over-worked (well maybe juggling act)  me in the not for profit sector there is no such thing as a free lunch break.  In fact that space between 12.30pm and 1.30pm is often taken up with trying to start or finish (usually both) stuff in between jamming a slice of toast or a banana in the old pie-hole and or depending on the kindness of colleagues to bring sustenance in the form of tea and whatever they happen to have that I may happen to eat.  I call that happen-chance others might call it food for thoughtless..  

Somedays I am good and have healthy delights such as dried fruit and hummus but left to my own devices, it tends to be something borrowed, something toasted and something that doesn't require me to al but momentarily lift my gaze from whatever is on the screen in front of me or miss the ping of the next email,.  Speaking of those tantalising morsels of fear and loathing  which I just have to open even though the little notification tells me who it is from and the subject line. I confess sometimes I leave them marked as unread as it is my only aide memoire that my inner goldfish has , the bold typeface helps my plan, do check act, act.

 My concentration only wavers as I glance at my phone to ensure synchronised pinging, I have a new android phone and getting to grips with it involves the anxiety trail which comes from not trusting it to do what the old blackberry did.  It is performing well and doesn't seem to suffer from the egg-bound egg-timer that plagued that bold little number I trusted to look after my diary and away from the desk emails. 

Anyway, why am I back?  Ego of course.  Well something like that, one of my twitterati had a decko at my blog and liked it. Accordingly, I feel that I must muster my bluster and end this blog-jam.