I‘ve spent a great many years getting to understand myself. Really understand me, I mean. I think I described myself as an existentialist by nature, but a lot of my thinking time is also focused on questioning my own behaviour, and what motivates me to do the things I do, say the things I say, and act the way I act. And to understand how these things impact on other people who I come into contact with, either regularly or occasionally.
I pretty much like the person I am. Yes, there’s always room for improvement, but someone said to me the other day (over a spliff, when these sorts of conversations usually take place) that me, my house, my children, my cat, my music…in other words, me and the environment that I’ve created for myself are in perfect harmony. I like that idea, and I’m comfortable with it.
So when a voice in my ear is whispering quietly, but constantly, “Slow down. Take it nice and gently, one step at a time” I know I should listen. Trouble is, sometimes we can know something and ignore it anyway. And that’s what I think I’m beginning to do. Not for the first time, and not (I imagine) for the last.
Sunday morning edit: I'll be posting about date no. 3 later, believe me!!