If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run.
That seems to be something of a lifestyle choice for me, and it's not entirely a positive one. The negative connotations of the snuck in word unforgiving suggest it's not a totally pleasant battle we're fighting to fulfil. I rather wish I knew how to fill that over demanding minute with sixty seconds' worth of, well, nothing. Of peace perhaps. There's always a quest to be doing something either useful or happy provoking. It must, surely, be possible to balance somewhere else, to accept and acknowledge the value of gentleness.
The year gone, somehow reminds me of Sex in the City; can you have a great job, a great apartment and a great partner? It seems to me that at various times through the year things have gone my way, and I start 2014 with a great job. Well, on paper it seems great, and I suspect it'll be what I make it, and how well it goes will be down to me too. I'm hopeful of interesting times on the work front. Not a career, I shirk the concept of having a career, in the terms of those who seek job betterment, salary increases, power, knowledge, authority or whatever it is career ladder types seek. Interesting times would be nice.
What else might I like from 2014? I'd like to seek out adventure, new things, new places, new people, new experiences, something fun and different and perhaps just a bit uncomfortable. Feel fresh air, new fresh air perhaps. It doesn't happen unless you do something about it ...
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