Friday, January 31, 2014

In which I take a step out of my comfort zone, create a meditation group thinking I may get like 5 people joining but get 20 people in the first 24 hours after the group is announced wanting to meditate with me

That really happened. I've been playing with the thought for a while but I'm so busy with work it's just been that, playing with the thought. The other day I thought that perhaps I ought to get something started, S O M E T H I N G, because it's going to take time to get enough people interested to make an actual group. I created a group on and sat back and waited.

I didn't have to wait for long!

I now face the fact that I'm going to have to send a hello to 20 people and actually get off my arse to organize the first meet come lesson and have a sizable group to cater to. It's going to be fun but right now I feel a little daunted.

More white wine needed. Obviously.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

For fear of Karoshi

I had a long weekend off, it being Australia Day on Sunday which gifted us with a Monday public holiday and then it being my birthday yesterday. I kind of like the double weekend effect of having two extra days off.

I've been thinking a lot about it lately, about what all this working gets me except for a handsome pay packet, and I can really feel how much it's draining me. It's not really the work that drains me, it's the need to buy into office politics and being stressed that really gets to me. There are so many people that don't think you're doing your bit unless they see some sort of anxiousness in your eyes when you're going through a big project.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

the Craft

You've probably noticed, my posts are riddled with spelling and grammar faux pas. If you haven't noticed you can rest assured that I have and you can rest assured that it's been bugging the crap out of me for some time. Every time I post, even on Facebook!, I end up with a slew of mistakes I only notice after it's "gone to print" and it's been read.  For someone who makes a living writing in English it's more than a little bit embarrassing and worrying.

It's taken me a while to figure out why it happens and now that I have it's really more of a "duh!". You see, it never happens to me at work, and it's not like I get all loaded up with booze when I get home and drunk type, so it didn't make sense to me for the longest time.

Monday, January 20, 2014

I would love to write something for you...

...but work is sucking the will of writing out of me. It all makes me a bit sad considering I went to some length revamping Spilling Ink and adding Purple Spirit Moose as my second blog.

I've had several realizations of late, some of them quite profound. I'm going to share the one I had a few days ago when we were doing our best to survive a typical Australian summer heatwave by staying inside and running the air-conditioning on high with complete disregard for carbon footprint, global warming and general environmental issues.

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