Lord, thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older. Keep me from getting too talkative, and thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it is possible that I may be mistaken. Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful, but not bossy; thou knowest, Lord, that what I want most is a few friends at the end. Unknown
Month: June 2019
COULD IT BE?
I decided to post my last entry that was actually written in March and not on today’s date, the 25th June. I think I would have posted it anyway but the sentiment of hope that I clung onto in the post has crystallised and grown through my recent behaviour and somewhat tentative progress. All the while, writing these posts these past years, I have been acutely aware that talking about issues without the practical implementation of those wants and needs , is fundamentally useless. If I desire to change and in so doing to perhaps help or influence others with…
THE END IS NIGH?
Its quite embarrassing when I glance over some of my previous blogs only to confirm that nothing has changed and I’m still a prisoner to my addictive, ritualistic behaviour. Despite being severely challenged and receiving painful and costly physical wake-up calls, yet still I persist in this inexplicable, damaging and self-limiting behaviour. My expertise in avoidance has been exemplary. Coupled with this are life altering events that have occurred since I last wrote a Post but for how long can I milk these recent challenges as a means for not dealing with my very real and chronic ongoing behaviour? I…