Thanks for popping in.
“The trouble with you is you think too much.”
How many times have I had that said to me.
But I thought that was what the brain was for!
I understand though. It was a well intended comment,
brought about in the main because I so often get caught up in my head about things over which I have no control.
Then I get sad and unhappy.
But isn’t that a normal reaction?
Like the poor people of Syria,
like the homeless,
like the terminally ill.
Then there are other things which chew away at me when I think about them, or they are presented in the news, on the radio, in the papers, like racism, bigotry, the elderly, the lonely.
So you see, I never stop thinking, thinking, thinking.
Only when I am working or asleep.
I am pretty certain that I am not alone.
It goes round and round and round and round,
incessantly, this head of mine.
I think about what is going on in the world,
about the carnage, the violence, the chaos.
I can focus on the sunny day and the birds in the garden,
but my head will soon kick in again, thinking thinking thinking.
Sitting in my dingly dell little farm in dingly dell little Sussex feels uncomfortable when I think about the plight of so many others. Not even that far away either.
The food banks in the local church are desperate and very busy.
The local hospital is overwhelmed.
Drugs and alcohol are pandemic -
And this is Royal Tunbridge Wells I’ll have you know!
Can I help? What can I do?
I do do what I can in my little world, of course I do.
Every single day of my life.
RAKS. Random Acts of Kindness.
But then I think I should be doing more.
I should be making more of a difference.
I have learned to dismiss individuals who piss me off
quite effectively and quickly.
Don’t waste too much energy or time on that kind of banality.
I guess that has come with practice and age!
Life’s way too short to keep getting sucked into peoples’ games,
and there are only so many hours in the day!
But the bigger picture.
Now that’s a different matter.
Can I be honest here?
Sometimes, when I blog art and cards and step by steps projects,
I feel it is too superficial. I can’t put it into words.
It’s like I should be doing something far more substantial,
like there’s so much more than this to consider!
Not that I have a calling, or that I think I am more important than the next person! That’s not it at all! Maybe it has to do with getting older, and knowing the clock is ticking.
I felt the same thing when I went to the shop this morning,
and without any hesitation, popped a load of lovely food in my basket ready to dash on.
Then I noticed a little old lady, comparing the prices on pots of yoghurt. She had very little in her basket. Then she went over to the area where they put out of date stuff cheap.
That brought me up sharp.
It’s none of my business, but it should be.
You see. Thinking, thinking, thinking.
If the opposite is
“The trouble with you is you don’t think enough”
then give me back my thinking head,
my washing machine head,
my sad head,
my mad head any time.
I would much rather drive myself potty in my awareness
than not notice life passing me by.
Love and Hugs,