Walking With A Bounce

There's something to be said for putting yourself through stuff you don't necessarily want to do.

Getting yourself kitted out and going running after a long day, for example, dodging ice patches and deep banks of snow with your partner - it doesn't look too appealing from the warmth of a cosy apartment.
It's like the leap of courage you have to take when you've been in the bath too long and the water has gone tepid and every part of your body which isn't submerged tells you that the air is bitter and icy cold, but the best thing you can do is get out, vigorously towel yourself dry and get dressed.

Both can leave you feeling better than you did before, no matter how unenthusiastic you were beforehand.

I might be wittering, but then I've done both. I know how it feels.

I walked to the supermarket earlier, listening as I have been lately, to some CDs I'd forgotten I liked...the kind you love and would unquestionably take if you had to move across an ocean, but the kind which you take so much for granted that you haven't listened to them in years.

"I never wanted very much but the chance to learn from my mistakes," sang Ms. Madan of Echobelly, "funny how you never learn but know them when they come around again..."

So I can't legally work at the moment.
I've been here before. I've been unemployed before. This is why I started this blog in the first place. I was getting good at wasting time.

I slipped past a big guy beating a shovel against the wall of the supermarket to get the snow off as the song carried on into the final chorus.

I think I ought to play less, do more. Not just play, but I should rein in my overwhelmingly world-beating time-wasting skills.

Do more.
You know.
Good things.

I picked up a basket for the ingredients for tonight's dinner, which Krissa and I are cooking together.

I wanna do Great Things, so maybe this can be a time...and I skipped the track back to its beginning. And started picking up ingredients to one of my favourite songs.