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A Rare Day

So far it has been a rare day, because I have spent it on myself. This morning I went to the gym, nothing really unusual about that, but I did push myself just a bit harder. Then to breakfast, two boiled eggs together with some bread rolls I'd made late last night. It was delicious.

At that point I should have switched on this machine, put my head down and worked, to satisfy the hordes. But I didn't. Partly because I'd met Jo Harrison in the shop when buying the eggs. She reminded me of the death of my very good friend, John Davidson, who died of cancer early last year. She didn't know he had died, and that short conversation had me choking back the tears. I rarely met John, we came from different backgrounds, but I regared him as one of the closest friends I've ever had. His death pains me even now. It stopped my life for many months, and a huge part of me wil never be the same again.

It probably does us all good to reflect upon the course of our lives. A year ago, just at the time fo John's death, I moved a staircase. Upstairs the hole where the staircase once stood has lacked floorboards for a whole year. So, this morning I sawed and banged and laid new boards across that hole. It took me three hours, and I enjoyed every minute. And now I can stand and look at that space, a job finished, and that's a job that allows me to move on to the next stage. I need to build a partition, and then fit a bathroom. Once again I've had all the furniture and fittings of a new bathroom for the past year. But, I've always put the demands of others first, and so the bathroom has remained unfinished. There's never been enough time in my life - for me.

That's the message for today. Look at your life. How much is really for you? A small piece of floor that I can now walk on may not seem much, but it is a small first step. And, like any journey, that first step was necessary.

posted by Suffolk Notes @ 2:48 pm