Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #17:
There was too much going on this morning to do it at the time. The fact I remembered it in the Gym at 5.30 says a lot about where my headspace is right now, too. Things are getting better.
Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #16:
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Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #15:
I was a bit stressed at 7.30am: today was dentistry for my youngest, and I have issues with Dentists that go back to the 1970’s. It’s always a hard ask, but by 2pm all of this was forgotten. Today is a landmark, because of a title for a collection that appeared literally out of nowhere, because of the kindness of strangers and ultimately as a reminder that yes, if you work your arse off, good things to come.
Never let it be said that I do not learn.
Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #13:
I’ve just stopped for lunch at almost 2.30pm. Today has been full-on: three Zoom meetings, a workout session and a Podcast recording. I have no chance to feel sad on Blue Monday, there’s too much left to still be organized for that… plus I’ve bought underwear that I finally feel really comfortable in! Quick, order some more before you forget!
Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #12:
Been a Week, guys, but we made some huge, massive, brilliant progress.
Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #11:
I thought I’d broken my PC this morning, but it turns out that Firefox was broken for everybody. Today was the day I ruined my Wordle streak, and it was when 13 days of full on hard brain-based effort plus Monday’s blood donation finally brought me to my knees. Tomorrow will be better.
Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #10:
This was the ice on my car roof at 7.30am, and I felt if I didn’t take a photograph of it there and then, nobody would believe that something so beautiful could have happened on something so unexpected. Some days, it is moments like this which grant me the ability to push through adversity. I was very grateful for the art. It could be leaves or feathers: nature duplicates the Universe, and the Universe in turn grants infinite complexity to the natural world.
Pick up some rubbish today, and recycle something problematic. If you don’t save the Planet, no-one will.
Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #9:
Some days, you find yourself seeing the World through fresh eyes, often when you least expect to. Today has been like that for me. An awful lot has been done as a result. An awful lot more has been uncovered for the first time. It’s the right moment therefore to capitalize on my conclusions…
Every weekday in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #8:
The smarter of you will notice two things. Firstly, this is late, because today I got the priorities misplaced, and a lot of emotional stuff has happened between Friday and here. However, as it is now remembered, we’re back in the game. Secondly, this is now a Monday to Friday gig, so when I get overpowered again by emotion, there’s somewhere for me to go. For now, we’ll work on having this up tomorrow morning 😀
Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #7:
It’s been a week full of new possibilities. I started a Podcast yesterday, and it’s been more popular than I ever anticipated, and by that I mean 68% of the people who started listening to it actually finished it. The other 32% of people we don’t talk about. I will be spending the weekend celebrating my triumph.
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