Self Awareness

I don't watch soaps but my friend Lynette alerted me to one of the story lines in East Enders: one of the characters was diagnosed with Bi-Polar Disorder (BPD). My God! Could it be that BPD was  becoming a 'cool' illness to have?!? My hubby downloaded the relevant episodes from BBCiPlayer and I settled down to watch them with some trepidation.....

I am feeling royally fed up today. I wish I could have a good cry but I don't even have the energy to produce tears...   I am just an old lump of misery. Good old pain signals are having a field day and I hurt all over.

It never ceases to amaze me how some thoughts will NOT leave me alone until I have put them down on paper, electronically or otherwise. It's as if they were yelling to be let out of my brain. Eventually, I must give in if I don't want to go completely around the bend...  Talk of being crazy.

Following the devastation caused by the recent earthquake in Italy, I have been wondering and worrying too.

As I was ploughing my way through a huge pile of ironing, a thought suddenly struck me in the form of this question: what is the difference between a strong spirit and a strong will? (My musing was obviously prompted by what I wrote yesterday about Jade Goody.) 

The death of young Jade Goody and the media circus that surrounds it has got me thinking.

I have felt good today! I have practiced my 'sliding down towards my goal' technique whilst 'focusing my attention on my soul' rather than on my ego and I must say that I am feeling much better as a result. 

Our young friend B is in his early thirties (same generation as our son Greg). He tells stories about his experiences that bring into focus the different realities we live in. The shocking truth is this: if B and I went on the same trip, separately but at the same time and on the same day, we would not have the same journey. Why? Simply because we are of a different gender AND (perhaps more importantly) because we are not of the same age group. 

I am not very energetic today. It's a lovely day and I have managed to get washed, dressed, coifed and made-up in time for a working pub lunch with my Techno Hubby but that's about it. I am struggling to keep my eyes open and it is not even 6.00pm yet!