I never knew who Leonard Cohen was until my husband introduced me to the album ‘Famous Blue Raincoat’ and with his passing today I realise that a whole generation of musicians who have been seminal in making me what I am are reaching the end of their lifespans. You don’t need reminders of mortality on most days, and especially on weeks such as these, but this is a part of life. Grief never leaves you, you don’t forget or are suddenly cured. It is a part of your existence from start to finish and the measure of a good person is how you deal with that. The last 48 hours have been incredibly depressing and hugely uplifting by degrees. This morning, having woken feeling the worst in my neck and throat that I have for several weeks? I just take the drugs and get on with it. Life isn’t going to wait for me, after all. The clock is ticking.
If you get five minutes, you should read this today. I saw it via Twitter, and with the nearly 50k people who have already passed it on via Tumblr? It speaks more sense on the reality of the US situation than anything I’ve read so far, and there’s been quite a bit of that. Then there is this article on why it happened to begin with, and although some might consider it simplistic, that also pretty much works for me. Using three movies to describe this also very clever, as the whole ‘visual understanding’ thing is becoming increasingly significant for a generation who just switch off at walls of text. More than two paragraphs and people don’t care, which makes me wonder why I’m doing 50k’s worth of words if nobody’s gonna give a fuck about reading any more. I gotta hope people will be interested enough to engage.
My weight is up, again, and I can’t say I’m surprised with the week I’ve had because it hasn’t been crap I’ve eaten, this is necessary fuel, I’m simply not doing enough exercise to balance the scales. Woeful step totals mean that this stuff’s got nowhere to go. I looked at my Fitbit yesterday and actually felt rather ashamed, and I don’t have it on yet today, despite already walked to and from the shops. However, it is Friday and tomorrow I get a lie in which I fully intend to take. Then there will be a huge Gym session and I will start again, because that is all you can ever do. Move forward, don’t go back.
If next week could not be as shit? That would be great, but I’m now thinking 2016 doesn’t give a fuck any more and we’re just doomed until the New Year. Bollocks.
Let’s start again tomorrow, shall we?