Tag: Reflections

Investments for More Better

I’ll admit it. I’m a sucker for fads, for shiny new things that will help me in my never ending quest for betterment.

Is that a word? I hope so, because I can’t think of another word that encompasses the pervading view that we should all be trying harder to do more, be more, and want more. Whether you are hacking your life to be more efficient, ramping up your productivity with all manner of techniques, methodologies and must-have apps, finding new shiny things to improve your day to day life (hello new DE razor shaving fetish!) or are honing and perfecting to get the body you should, it’s all pushing us to be better versions of ourselves.

But what is better?

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Coloured views

I remember sitting in a lecture hall, third row from the front. It was an old room, well loved, and the sun was streaming through the vertical blinds captured in the dust stirred by 30 nervous, anxious and very unsure students.

It was the first day of college and I had no idea what to expect. As it turns out, I never really figured it out but that’s a story for another day.

Instead I sat there next to two guys who I’d happened to wander into the room with. We were chatting awkwardly and I think we were all grateful when the lecturer entered the room.

Fresh from school, we all hushed up and did our best impressions of being good, eager students. He welcomed us and started to talk about the Glasgow Herald, the local broadsheet, beloved of my Gran.

I remember wondering why he was telling us about how to read a newspaper, trying to figure out just how it would help me get through the next few years of Electronic Engineering lectures and workshops. And then he said some words that have stuck with me to this day, and which I don’t heed half as often as I should’ve.

“Whatever you do, read the paper. All of it. Front to back, or back to front. It doesn’t matter where you start, just read everything you can about what is going on in the world.”

I didn’t, for many years, take that advice because it’s hard to do. I don’t mean it’s hard to read a newspaper, but that it’s hard to keep yourself open to the rest of the world, to the experiences of others, the lives of people you don’t know and wouldn’t naturally gravitate towards.

Over the years most of us will develop our own worlds, we become tiny centres of gravity and attract the people we want to attract into our lives, regardless of how fleeting the contact. In doing so, we make choices to push away others that don’t share our view of life, and I like to think this is what my lecturer was trying to guard against.

I’m as guilty of it as the next person. My view of the world differs from yours but, naturally, I’ll place far more weight on my views.

I’ve written in the past about trying to steer away from ‘drama’, on trying to reduce the noise, to simplify and step away from negativity. I’ve been pretty successful and I’m only now realising that in doing so I’ve also managed to embrace some of my lecturer’s advice. I’m still not the most open minded, laid-back guy but I do try to understand.

My ex-boss noted something about me which sums it up well. I used to put this down to being a Libran (I know, but it did help me understand this part of me when I was younger), and as I grow older it holds true, but I just don’t do well with absolutes.

This very weekend a lovely woman I know talked in such terms. She talked of something ‘guaranteeing’ to work for others because it worked for her. I visibly baulked at the very statement because I know it’s not true.

But I didn’t say anything to her. There is no point to objecting for the sake of it, no point in making noise when it’s clear that the other person doesn’t share your worldview.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m always happy to discuss and sometimes challenge, and be challenged, on my views if it’s clear the other person is also looking to discover and explore something, rather than simply dismiss it.

I know my views are not shared by many. But they are mine. I will voice them. I will stand by them, just as I expect you to stand by yours.

We are not the person we choose to let others see, and we all have a choice in what we do and don’t expose to the world. If you don’t like it, that’s ok. Feel free to ask questions, to discuss, to engage.

But always remember that what you say will colour others opinion of you, as much as what I say colours your opinion of me.

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Try something new. Try something different. Don’t give in to the fear.

A while ago this was a bit of a mantra. I was pushing myself, not dramatically but enough to broaden my horizons and my view of the world (or the world as I see it).

But recently, not so much. Case in point, for Christmas, Kirsty bought me a guitar lesson and I’ve yet to cash it in. Why? Mostly fear.

I need to find a better way to get healthy. Whether it’s join a gym and get an exercise program in place, or find something that’ll help me control my eating habits. I’ve not done anything about either of those. Why not? Fear.

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100

This seems to be the number that is driving a lot of my thoughts at the moment.

100.

Kilograms to be precise.

I’ve been a little bit lighter (and a lot heavier in the past) but for the past few months I’ve maintained my weight around the 100kg mark.

This needs to change, more exercise, healthier eating, I know what to do.

The ‘doing it’ part evades me at present though but there are signs that is changing, that my mindset is shifting and that I’m slowly gaining the resolve to push myself. I’m challenging what I eat more than I have in the past few months and I’m finding ways to get a little bit more exercise into my day.

For now I’m really just aiming to be more active, but once the weather improves I’ll step it up, get the bike out and I’m contemplating a couch to 5K program (gammy knee withstanding) to get me back into running.

There are some incentives. We have two weddings to attend soon, and I have a nice suit which will fit nicer if I can drop a some weight the next time, and I visit the doctor I want to be closer to the 90kg mark (or below?) as that’s the target for them to lower my blood pressure medication. That check up is likely to be early June so plenty of time!

Motivation is the main struggle at the moment, with my new role at work taking a lot of my time and energy, but I’m starting to get to grips with it, and the balance is starting to appear so that should ease up a little in the coming weeks.

One thing that I am noticing as I process all of this to try and figure out how to get some motivation back is that I’m learning not to be so hard on myself, not to let my own expectations weigh me down (especially when I don’t meet them).

A few weeks ago I had a bit of a ‘moment’ when I realised just how hard I was treating myself in that respect, since then, and with the help of my wonderfully supportive (and currently kicking ass in all sorts of ways) girlfriend I think I’m getting a better perspective on ‘me’.

Seems odd to still be discovering myself as I approach my 40th birthday.

And yes I’m certain that that approaching landmark, no matter how much I try and play it down, is making me pause and reconsider a variety of aspects of my life, and my approach to how I live.

Is this my mid-life crisis? Who knows. I’m just happy to be where I am right now. In a good place, in a great relationship, and very very happy.

Now if I could just get my average weight for this month to be below 100kg I’ll be ecstatic!

Less less less

I don’t set resolutions but I always end up with some, this year is turning out no different.

Last year the theme seemed to become ‘be healthier’. Whether that was in body (eating healthier, trying to get more exercise) or in mind (avoiding ‘drama’ wherever possible) it seemed to work.

That theme remains for this year but more by way of habit, although I do need to re-enforce it a little better, and it already seems like this year the theme is around simplicity.

My new role at work is seeing me involved in conversations about processes which seem overly complex.

I’m slowly decluttering my flat, my possessions to remove as much of them as I can. I just don’t need so much ‘stuff’. Case in point, I received my Pebble smart watch and promptly sold it. Why the hell do I need to receive SMS and email notifications on my watch? Yet another thing that I would end up just switching off.

I’m about to ditch App.net too, Twitter suffices, and Facebook remains useful as it encompasses a different set of people.

I’m also learning to let go of some things, leave them in the past where they belong. My own expectations of me, the expectations I place on others, well they’ve tripped me up in the past but more recently I’ve seen how destructive they can be and so I’m slowly finding ways to let them go.

Now, who wants to buy an XBox 360?

Alternative

I spent the weekend with some alternative friends.

What a strange phrase that is, alternative to what? My regular friends? No, just a different grouping of people brought together by a different bond. Although I’d pause at saying some were friends, acquaintances perhaps? But that’s beside the point.

Just as my best friendships all stem from the time we spent together drinking with nurses doing charitable good deeds at Hospital Radio Lennox, so this other group of people are forming around the part of my life I don’t really talk about. In fact none of us really talk about it except to each other, mostly. That sounds very insular, in fact it’s largely the opposite.

There are other definitions of alternative, he said in an attempt to gloss over that last paragraph, and they suggest things which aren’t defined as being the norm.

Which is fine by me. I’ve always enjoyed being different, being on the edge of things rather than part of the crowd and the more I discover about myself, the more I realise it’s a fundamental part of who I am.

It’s easy to fall into a life which is comfortable and easy, that you end up with a happiness that you deserve. That’s no bad thing, but in the long run, for me, it wasn’t what I needed.

Change is never easy, and it’s taken me some time to come to understand how I fit in this little alternative world I find myself inhabiting, but after a couple of years I think I’m beginning to figure it out.

At least until the next new experience where, maybe, everything will change again and, if it does, that’s fine by me. I’ll figure it out and have fun whilst I do.