The Story Begins

Life is something else.  If we didn’t have it we’d be dead.

Really, whether there is or is no “god” (and my intellect tells me there must be, i.e. a superior all-inclusive One, not unlike the Cosmos) life is all about progressing and moving  on in a way that takes us to a higher level – be it physical, financial, spiritual(?) {I concede life as the highest spiritual form}, or social.

So the story begins.

Firstly, I am in a new field of endeavour, well training at the moment, but training is doing in this case as it is hands-on workplace based training.  I have immersed myself in a new career.  The path is familiar as over the years either I have stepped across it, or taken a few steps on it for a short term. Yet never before have I thrown myself into it.  And I have done so with such gusto, enthusiasm and hope, and abandon.

Having flirted with it in passing, I wonder now if I am behaving like a desperate lovelorn ageing female who is seeking satisfaction one final last time.  One last blazing effort at being happily attached to something or someone that will prove a real meaningful enduring life experience.

It is my new beginning.  My new start after all the ups and downs and pitfalls, and slog of the years now gone, the past now dead.  So I “let the dead past bury its dead” and attempt happiness in a new, totally new dimension of life.

Secondly, not only am I in a new area of job expertise, I am demographically relocated.  Yes, I am no longer in Hackney!  Horray!!!

I have relocated to somewhere of which I have only a fleeting acquaintance; but somewhere, yes, I have passed with a former lover.  This make it nice.  The relocating, that is.

The area is practically devoid of zombies.  This is an assurance of a sincerely fresh start.  I am a sincerely new person.  In outlook.  In expectations.  In health and fitness.  In aspirations.  In ummph pha!

Fresh Start.

The area is cleaner and more secluded; and comes with a far better physical apportioning and facade.  This for me means I have the pleasure of not only real and good-looking people about, but also pleasing gardens and refreshingly not-dull neighbouring buildings.

The move has gone relatively smoothly, it has been assisted by wonderful friends and caring giving new acquaintances.   I have the benefit of not-so-nosy neighbours, some of whom like radio which is a plus for me as I can lie and listen to theirs when they turn it up in the evening – which they occasionally do- and smile my private smile of satisfaction. Purrrr.

I am enjoying the new employment and workplace and even the staff there are a boon to new-job-training grumpy people like me.  They ignore me and get on with the work and thereby encourage me to do the same.  There is a slightly grumpy gal there whom I will not encourage.  She could get to me, and right now I am on a umph pha turbo boost of new beginnings COURAGE.  Well, at least she is not a zombie.

I have a ledger/mote book and shall BEGIN to BUDGET more sanely and wisely, and strictly.

Above all I am back into some painting and drawing etc.  My camera was stolen awhile back and I haven’t replaced it yet so not much photographing going on.  This will change as change it will.


On To the Future

I shall not look back.  I WILL not.

I might at certain times remember certain things, for a time, but the past is not the present and cannot define something that is TOTALLY NEW.  New concept, new arrangement, new ME. 🙂


I look forward to the future without trepidation.

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