I've never been much of a one for "day" days, if you know what I mean Siobhán. I suppose as I child I was sucked in by Christmas and birthdays and Easter and all the presents and food and paraphernalia that went with them. But without children in the equation to carry on these traditions, their importance seems to pale as the years pass. And the commercialisation of everything does indeed wear you down.
It may come as little surprise then if I say that in all my days I've never either sent or received a Valentine's card. Unlucky in love, as the saying goes! But I might remember this year's February 14th as it's the day that the good people at Instagram decided to block my account. They seem to think I'm a bot (or something?) and want me to stand on my head and rub my tummy while taking a selfie to allow them to unlock it. I have no intention of doing so and I was contemplating deleting it anyway as I don't particularly like Mr Zuckerberg (who definitely seems like a bot himself). I'll miss having access to your posts though. And there are a few other people who I've been in occasional contact with through the dms that I will also miss and regret not being able to follow/contact in the future. But there's lots to see and do in that big old world out there, and it's all too easy to get distracted by the virtual gobbledygook on the web.
Anyway, I digress. To get back to the subject at hand, I suppose we need special days in our calendars to denote the passage of time and add a little spice and variety to our lives. Causes for celebration and remembrance, focus and distraction, blessing and anticipation. And even the occasional expression of love. You paint an enticing picture of the coming spring (my favourite time of the year). May it bring you lots of warmth, release and light as the world keeps on turning.
I've never been much of a one for "day" days, if you know what I mean Siobhán. I suppose as I child I was sucked in by Christmas and birthdays and Easter and all the presents and food and paraphernalia that went with them. But without children in the equation to carry on these traditions, their importance seems to pale as the years pass. And the commercialisation of everything does indeed wear you down.
It may come as little surprise then if I say that in all my days I've never either sent or received a Valentine's card. Unlucky in love, as the saying goes! But I might remember this year's February 14th as it's the day that the good people at Instagram decided to block my account. They seem to think I'm a bot (or something?) and want me to stand on my head and rub my tummy while taking a selfie to allow them to unlock it. I have no intention of doing so and I was contemplating deleting it anyway as I don't particularly like Mr Zuckerberg (who definitely seems like a bot himself). I'll miss having access to your posts though. And there are a few other people who I've been in occasional contact with through the dms that I will also miss and regret not being able to follow/contact in the future. But there's lots to see and do in that big old world out there, and it's all too easy to get distracted by the virtual gobbledygook on the web.
Anyway, I digress. To get back to the subject at hand, I suppose we need special days in our calendars to denote the passage of time and add a little spice and variety to our lives. Causes for celebration and remembrance, focus and distraction, blessing and anticipation. And even the occasional expression of love. You paint an enticing picture of the coming spring (my favourite time of the year). May it bring you lots of warmth, release and light as the world keeps on turning.
I’m sorry to hear you’ve been locked out of your account Stephen. It sounds frustrating. But also freeing!
You won’t miss much from me there; tending it is exhausting, I refuse to play the game they want with the constant push towards video...
I hope spring treats you well.