Turned the radio on tonight while I was in the kitchen cooking tea (toad in the hole for carnivores, cheesy yorkshire pudding for the less meat thirsty, ok, me, thanks for asking) and was greeted with the dulcet tones of Billy Joel. Love this song, and sang along loudly to it then had all sorts of strands of things running through my head afterwards.
It’s not accurate is it? You wouldn’t want to not change at all as you go through life – life should change you a little at least. Bruised and battered, or stronger and taller, whichever occurs, life events don’t leave you the same from day to day. I know there are things about myself I still want to change. I want to lose the procrastinatory habit I have wherever paperwork or forms are concerned. I want to develop organisational skills that will let me fit all my hopes and dreams into the limited hours of a day.
I want to go on dreaming and hoping, and bring my dreams into realities and then build on them and dream some more.
I still want to write a novel. OK, another novel. But one that actually gets published this time. I’d like to be a more recognised blogger, but without selling my soul too far down the line. That’s a difficult one. I think this blog will have to go on pottering along the way it is, and I’ll try a few other directions for the making my name.
I want to go on wanting and changing and growing and hopefully improving. Because to remain static would be a cop out. Be a failure of living I think. There’s nothing wrong with trying and failing, or making mistakes, but there’s a lot wrong with not trying at all, or being so afraid of making mistakes that you make nothing.
Am I right? Or was Billy, and I’m talking twaddle?
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