Personal Musings
Posts about me
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Me, condensed
When I started my current job, the first couple of weeks were similar to most other places. HR induction, reams of information, sources, names, services, all thrown at me in the first few days, you know the drill. They also had set up some introductory meetings with people around the business. Not necessarily anyone I’d…
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Please show your passion
This musing was prompted by Robb’s post about pens. I have pondered all of this before but that was a while ago so I wonder where my passion now lies. Passion is wonderful I love people who are passionate about something —as long as it’s a positive passion for a good thing, if you are…
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Stop waiting to be ready
I can’t recall where I read those words —Stop waiting to be ready— they feel at once trite, and yet remain simple, to the point and, annoyingly, hit the nail on the head as far as I’m concerned. A similar saying would be ‘The right time is now’. This one time at boot camp A…
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The Butterfly
It’s that time of year again, temperatures rise, flowers bloom, and butterflies take wing. Their erratic flutters catch the eye and we watch, trying to predict where they are heading, to guess the path they follow. An impossible maze of off beats and breezes. They have direction, as incidental as it may seem. They are…
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The Blogger’s Manifesto
I’ve always been quietly impressed by those who can grasp an idea, hold it deeply, and communicate it clearly to others, building the passion they have for something into a drive and commitment to it that others want to mimic. Some of these things become zeitgeist, capturing a mood or a moment so well that…
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Grief is an iceberg
The sudden death of my father, taken ill and gone within a matter of days, felt less like an event and more like a subtraction. Something essential removed without warning, without preparation, without any sense of proportion. One moment the world held its usual shape, familiar and dependable in ways I had never really questioned.…