What could I do with less of?

Bull-shitters, whiners and people who try to trip you out of paying their dues. Liars, skanks and people who make mountains out of molehills. These are a few of my least favourite things. Then there are those who seemingly need other people to do simple things for them, when there is a perfectly good internet with the sum total of human knowledge at their fingertips. This last is of course best employed by anyone who has a half knowldge of how to use a computer or similar interface. My ninety five year old auntie being an exception to this rule. I am tired of schmoozers, whiners and people who need someone to hold their hand all day. On a more personal front, I have had enough of GERD and those Paprika (chemical flavoured) crisps. They blister my lips and make my fingers go a funny reddish colour.

On a more positive noe and being aware of how the universe hears our words, I am changing, have changed my diet consideerably over the last few weeks. Am being far more proactive in getting stuff done and hitting nails on the head as soon as they appear. No longer do I volunteer myself to do stuff, notr do I let people take the mickey (piss). If they do, they soon learn its not a good idea. I put my own needs first and finish what I start. This last is pretty hard going what with having ADHD, but nobody else is going to do it for me. Nor do I have any immediate plans to embroil myself in relationships that are simply no good for me. Been there, done that, no good the first time and probably no good the second time. Internet dating is out as is beating myself up. I can go to training for that sort of thing and other people will oblige me instead.

What else? Oh yes, accepting that what the brain sees is only part of the piscture. I have a shoulder, an elbow and a hand that also have their own ideas. That each one likes to chop up, redistribute and otherwise blend everything is just part of the creative process. saturdays excursion down to Eltham was an absolute joy. The gallery was deightful, the owner lovely. It was a thoroughly pleasant experience and I will be going back. Its an easy enough trip, alight at Victoria, get the train down to Eltham and bobs your uncle, easy as pie. I won’t give the name of the gallery just here, cause I don’t have the owners permission and people can be funny about this kind of thing. But if ever you do find yourself down there, turn right out of the station, go down the hill about 200 metres and you cannot go wrong.

In the meantime, if ever you find a really tough not, get a sledgehammer and it will soon yield. I have been doing a fair bit of painting, but not as much as I would like. Maybe I ought to leave the laptop upstrairs and save being disturbed by the internet, when I can just put the speaker on instead.