Hello Lovely, Happy Friday! Thanks for being here again, I do appreciate you.
Can you please help while chowing down your morning coffee?
I’ve been trying to think what to call this blog in its tagline thingy; something that captures the essence of what it’s about.
Aussie bloggers Woogsworld, uses ‘Making the most of the mundane,’ Smaggle uses ‘How to be the star of your own life;’ and US blogger, The Bloggess (bows down in homage) Like Mother Teresa Only Better.
I don’t have one and I want one so I can create an ‘essence,’ a whizzbang logo picture thingy, and feel like a proper blogger.
Trouble is, I write whatever comes into my head when I sit down to type, and since my brain is always racing at a bazillion miles an hour on around at least two hundred simultaneous topics, how can I ever come up with any one ‘essence?’
‘Write from the Heart,’ was the starting point but it describes how, not what and anyway it sounds too much like a cheap airport paperback sitting on the dead space stand at Dymocks Airside nestled in with the rows of ‘be a better, more authentic corporate leader’ books, all touting the same behaviours with different pictures on the front cover. For the love of God, how many leadership books does a person need to describe how to lead in business? Next time you’re in an airport bookshop have a look at them all and think of me.
There, see, I’m off again, down another dark mind alleyway but back to the topic in hand, how do you sum up randomness in a phrase? Can you see where we’re going with this? Good, you can help me stay on track.
It’s the same with creating visual images for the blog, did you even notice there are new visual images because they’re ever so subtle and I’m playing mind games with you. Chances are if you didn’t you’re male. Bless you for your maleness.
My sweeping generalisation is based on empirical evidence supplied by my immediate family of 4 human males and a canine version who rarely notice anything visual. Only one of them will ever notice I’ve had a haircut. They’re all men in my family, except my sister-in-law and one female niece, lots of XY and not nearly enough XX. Did you know by the way, we humans have 46 chromosomes, dogs have 78 and peas only have 12? I wonder if they’d even notice if I sent home another woman one day, dressed in my clothes. Must try that little experiment.
The women and gay men amongst you will have noticed the new background image on the blog, a crumpled up piece of paper. On surfing through a pile of seascapes, beachscapes, desert storms and jelly beans looking for something to speak to me I found this paper gem which jumped off the
page screen yelling “pick me, pick me.”
I felt it summarised everything rather well. Screw it up and try again. And it has wrinkles, so do I. Maybe it’s symbolic of everything I am, wrinkly, a little screwed up but always willing to get up and keep trying, again and again.
So let’s sit with ‘screw it up and try again’ for a while. What do you think, does it work?