Hello friends and forgive me for my radio silence.
But I have been learning how to yodel.
It’s been such a daring experience so much so that all I’ve had time for was to photograph interesting posters stuck to the back of toilet doors. You know when all you have time for is to take photos of such things?
In any event, the daring poster above which someone dared to pin to the back of a toilet door set me thinking about what I have dared to do lately.
So I have to come clean…I wasn’t learning how to yodel but the .gif looked cool and I wanted to include it. But the part about only being able to take photos of posters stuck to the back of toilet doors is true. But only the one above.
It feels like someone has flipped the crazy button on the world and we’re on this crazy ride for who knows how long.
So all we can do is dare…
…to do the right thing
…to live in the moment
…to overcome adversity
…to love oneself
…to love everyone else
…to block out negativity
…to not watch the news channels
…to digitally detox
…to spend time with family
Have you dared lately? What kind of daring have you dared? What else can you add to this list?
I spent the last two days on a training course, this time as a delegate. For the introductions we had to interview another person and write key attributes on separate stickie notes. As I look on how the other person interpreted what I said, I saw something unexpected, surprising and pleasant reflected back at me…a gradual and gentle shift awakening to a new version of me infused with excitement. Take a look at the photo below.
Mslazyboots in Himalayas wrote something that resonated with me. She said that:
“The more you document your life, the more you check in, you tweet, you blog, you capture moments, the more you do all of this stuff, the more you make stories out of it, and if you do that much, you became a spectator to your own life.” (Mslazyboots in Himalayas)
I like the proposition of using this blog to document my life. Not everything but most of it, especially the fun parts. The blanket of wandering and wondering, made up of photos, thoughts and musings.
Then there is the part of becoming a spectator in my own life. The 1st position of being a part of it and also observing it, from 2nd position. That is an enticing prospect because of the insights from the past that I will get, and applying the learnings from that into what I do going forward. That is why I blog and post photos.
Many times the words are inside me, roiling around, lost in my critical notions of what should see the light of day and what must remain in the dark, locked inside me.
When this happens no words come out and instead I post photos, like a silent 3rd position, the observer with a lens.