January 27th, 2020

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Good morning

“I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself,
And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness, I can wait.”

― Walt Whitman

I didn't quite make the 5 am cut, but what the hell, I'm up, I'm awake, and I'm alive.

The coffee is poured, and I've got the music playing.

How was your weekend?

Did it live up to your expectations?

Mine came and went — as always.

Life, eh, it never stops!

Today, I'll be on my high 'legal' horse — for all the good it does me. I know there are a few things to do, but I'm up for it. Even if there isn't much to do, I've got plans, always plans, and I'm not going to waste a single, conspicuous moment twiddling my thumbs or whatever it is my dumbed-down ego expects of me.

I know it's becoming my light motif, but we are here, alive to this moment and that, my dearest and nearest, is all we'll ever have. Oh sure, it's OK to ruminate on all that might be different but nothing's going to change in this moment. It can't: it just happens with or without you ❤️. 

(Do you remember the U2 song by the same name?)

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Monday morning

I work in an office.

I've done so for a very long time — since 1989.

It's not been my exclusive domain: I've worked (inter alia) on building sites, digging graves, calling bingo and at home.

For me, Monday has never meant anything more than another day of work. It comes, it goes and, before you know it, the weekend arrives.

But, I know, for a lot of people, they dread it 😰.

I should, perhaps, ask them "Why?", but I guess it's the monotony, the drudgery of work or having to face their denuded soul(s) all over again.

One day, well, as I keep saying, it won't come again. That statement's not life-sustaining or anything but for me at least, it's a healthy dose of the awesomeness of life.

To be clear, I've never been into cheerleading. I don't believe that anyone can motivate another human being over the long haul. Sure, you might have your senses heightened by bearing witness to the feats and endeavours of others, but you're unique, meaning, you'll always express yourself the way you'll express yourself.

I also realise that not everyone works. Some people can't, some are retired and others would like to but aren't given the chance. And to that extent, I'm talking, not for the first time, from a privileged position.

But whatever the circumstances, we'd do well to pinch ourselves to remind us that this day is unique and will never come again.

Much love ❤️, Ju

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This looks interesting.

I hope we've still got a Netflix subscription? I never use it; the family does — a lot.


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Mea culpa

Today, I lost two Livejournal friends.

Or to be precise: they unfriended me.

I've not reached out to enquire why; I respect anyone who does so — it's a free place.

But I am genuinely sorry if I've caused offence, gone off topic or pi**ed them off.

Perhaps in time I might, once again, earn their trust but, in the meantime, all I can do is show up, write or share and, well, the rest (I hope) will look after itself.

Much love, Ju.

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