There are times when you just need to recognise that, despite your anxiety about death being just around the corner, and things not done – there is more to this than I say here – just let it flow – there is the back of beyond – there is the olden days – time gone past – there is a rushing which I avoid.
Sometimes, just jot – like now – don’t plan out what you are going to say – take heed of your thought that you haven’t posted for a long time – maybe you should – keep in the loop, I once said of that – and maybe it’s important, or I wouldn’t have paid my dues again this year.
Don’t think too much.
Trust your own forward-motion.
Heidegger – had a thing about being in your past, your present and your future all at the same time – and I liked that – so what is this ‘forward-motion’ I’m talking about?
I have spent some time sorting out old photographs that have come from my husband’s side of the family.
There are so many of them. This is not the first time I have gone through them but, in one of the boxes, there was a note I had left for myself that I had only so far gone through ‘this lot’.
Dozens of tiny snaps stuffed into envelopes.
More that one set of sets – that had been developed and sent to other family members – and came back again to us (me) as they died off.
I am a repository.
I am not delighted with this task, these images – I suspect I am talking of something else now – I am – some deep memories have started to surface during this – I’ll be here forever, it seems, with these.
But there is no other way through it.
I am resentful.
Let’s get real.
Not differences, one year to the next, or one season to the next, or one – I keep on forgetting the words, but ‘era’ might do here – one era to the next.
I’m old enough to remember the truths of – years ago now.
How they change. The magazines exhort the latest things – what to reach for; what is currently desirable; let’s change our minds about a few things and call it progress.
A dead-end here; a dead loss.
A misunderstanding so acute as to cut.
Yes, I can work in a team – but that is something I’d say in an interview if I was desperate for a job.
But I’d have to be desperate – I am starting to admit to these truths about myself – that might make me seem less desirable as an – adjunct, I suppose – in society but which – well, that’s me.
I once told a friend in all earnestness that I would make a good hermit.
And he was surprised – would you?
And I have imaginary post-apocalyptic thoughts and, sadly, I have come to the conclusion that you would survive more readily if you were part of a community.
Don’t you know, by now, that – give yourself goals – challenge yourself – you’re likely to come up short?
I have an idea where I would like to be next – having looked over and printed out ‘Diary 2018’ at least – I did want that completed before the year 2019 was out, but I won’t manage that – but I did say to myself that –
I would finish that before I went on to looking back over writing I did long ago.
It’s weird stuff, is that.
Wrap up ‘2018’.
Leave ‘2019’ for now – I’ll never get to The . . . unless I deliberately leave that – as a ‘checked over; printed out’ –
There are times when you take a leap.
I’m going to do that, but I know from experience – leave something and it’s difficult to get back to it.
Therefore, whatever you leave (I’m talking to myself again) make sure it is at a point where it can be left – where it is safe to leave it (talking to you now) –
Yes. I’ll do that.
Must I finish ‘2018’ first?
I’m only in ‘March’ of it.
I have less time at the moment, and I am turning off comments.
I don’t need thing to look good any more – not necessarily.
I do things myself, where I can.
I am not strong in my arms.
My shoulders ache.
I do as I am able.