I wonder how the holiday makers who will be in my flat while I am away (they don’t move in until next week) will like it. I have left it spotless. I hope they like it as much as I do. I started thinking about the holiday makers who are going to be sleeping in my bed (which is a tiny bit strange), when I saw one of the SHARE-YOUR-WORLD questions, from Melanie, creator of sparksfromacombustiblemind:
If you were suddenly injured or died, are your bedside table drawers ready for someone else to go through them? If you care to share, what’s the most unusual item someone might find, that might be potentially embarrassing?
Well, right now I can answer with absolute confidence that there is nothing embarrassing in my bedside table (well, not embarrassing to me anyway). I can say that because I emptied my bedside table, my wardrobe and the chest of drawers, so that a holiday-maker could move into my flat while I am in Australia. The only thing I left in my bedside table was a first aid kit and a wind-up torch (in case of an emergency).
However, before I cleared out my bedside table out, I know they contained two journals, which I would not want anyone to get their hands on. They were journals I kept for the last two years before I was attacked. They document what was happening. I started to keep them because knew that what was happening was not normal. I wanted to go to someone and show them how big a problem this was becoming and ask for help. But I held back because I loved Jack and I did not want any reproach on him. I am sure he would have been implicated as the cause of much of what was happening. While I am away I have hidden those journals in a storage container along with some other personal items I needed to remove for the holiday maker.
What keeps you going? (However you might interpret that is correct)
Well, if I am allowed to interpret the question in a general way (rather than gastronomically speaking), I think I would say LOVE. Without love, life is ever so hollow. In fact, I would be just going through the motions.
I am not referring to romantic love. I mean love of family, friends, workmates, even strangers. Showing unselfish love, thinking about what you can do to be a gift and a blessing to others. It is immensely satisfying. I think if you only live for yourself, you will always be hungry.
Share a photo or a sentence about “your favourite thing(s)”
(credit to Judy Dystkra-Brown in response to this)
At the end of the song “Everybody Hurts” by R.E.M., where did they all go?
I just read a blogger’s analysis of the video. He explained it is all a big metaphor. His post was very long, but he claimed that the traffic jam is a metaphor for something that people from all walks of life face – those times when we are stressed/distressed/depressed/despairing and feeling trapped, with no way out etc. The great escape of all those people who are going through that experience is a very positive outcome in the video’s story, assuring the viewer that you can escape that feeling of being encaged and trapped, overwhelmed, hopeless…these times will pass. There will be other times when (like those two free-flowing roads either side of the road that is gridlocked) you will have a more smooth-running life, with less challenges. So, the message is: don’t let the times when you are overwhelmed with stress make you lose hope. Things will change, the metaphoric traffic jam will clear.
So it seems that exactly where those people went is immaterial. The point is they left behind the stressful situation they were in. Better times ahead!
What are you grateful for right now?
Am I allowed to say the obvious??? I love him so much!