Ready Steady Go

Such high hopes for the start of the week, but there I was, throwing up at 1.30 am. The culprit has been identified: my digestive system can be a bit of a pain some days, when you take a gallbladder out of the equation. It’s also stymied PT for the first time in at least a year, but no matter. My trainer’s effectively absent until April now on scheduled leave, and I have to look after myself. There’s a plan.

I’m sure we’ve had a discussion before about the statement ‘not everybody will like you’ and, over the last week, this has becomeΒ  more apparent. A lot of this will inevitably have to do with the fact that I’m about to start asking people for money, which is always a great way of finding out who your true friends are. It’s not just that, however: I’m aware that, having become more vocal in places where I was previously not, reactions are different.Β Not everybody welcomes you with open arms.

One of the people I spoke to last week was, on reflection, very much just being polite, one assumes on the back of potential usefulness. No, you won’t always hit it off, but in certain dynamics it’s quite easy to grasp why friendly isn’t enthusiastic. Previously I’d normally overcompensate, but this time it was reasonably easy to grasp motivation, or indeed the complete lack of it. You accept, shrug your shoulders and move on.

The internet’s become quite a good tool for teaching that lesson over time.


It’s also where your attempts to try and help people out can be met with anything from silence to a block, depending on what you suggest. It’s amazing how many people consider that anything goes on their feeds, posting stream of consciousness real-time diatribes without thinking through the consequences. What you think is important, remember, may not make any sense to anyone else. Tweet carefully.

That’s undoubtedly the best advice: I tend to respond once to someone, and then wait to see if they’re listening. A reply, hours after the fact normally means what was world ending six hours ago has now resolved in clarity. No response at all and yeah, you’re not on the first responders list. Not a good mutual, simply someone with a need to vent. It does take a while to work out, but over time your landscape is consistent.

Don’t overthink it, not worth your time.


Attempting to give everybody a fair platform undoubtedly has its disadvantages. However, deciding when to mute or block does become a lot easier over time. Plus, there are those people in my feed for whom I’m happy to listen to the rant, and sympathise with their placement. We all have bad days, after all. How you present that to others is a measure of your ability to be honest with yourself.

Everybody, from time to time, has a shit day.

The Way We Were

We are all time travellers, not just the lass with the cracking taste in clothing and the northern accent. How the past is perceived is as individual as our personal experiences. Only now is the significance of this becoming clear, and for some of us it is the final step on an extremely important journey. Liberation comes in many forms, after all.

It is time to move away from certain parts of my life. It is grasping that if real change is what is sought, somewhere else stuff has to alter.Β So, we’ll start with the basics. Social media can become where I rant, shout and scream and only the people who want to participate do so in return.Β A while ago I reached out to someone, offering them prizes for an event they were doing, only to be completely and summarily ignored.

It was the crowbar needed to reassess everything I do with ‘friends’ online.

Going forward, lots of things are going to be different.