Awesome shit. You'd think there was nothing going on in my life. And yet I'm plagued by the little bit of conscience I still have. I haven't answered so many messages, or at least not properly. I haven't personally thanked so many lovely people who shared my original post (and there were hundreds of them in the first few hours alone). I avoid saying I haven't got round to it yet. This phrase was - and always will be - not even a lame excuse. At best, it's an expression of low esteem. Or that the matter itself is not important to you.
But that's exactly what it is. It means an incredible amount to me how immense the support is. And I don't even mean what I was offered for the care and the care itself, just in case. The whole thing is overwhelming. My network of contacts is great, but my friends are top of se everything. I am blown away by how many highly personal, beautifully written texts have come into my inbox. Each of you deserves a personal response from me. And so I sit there and could begin each reply as you did yourself, or at least as you thought you would. That I had started writing to you some time ago. That I wanted to write you something substantial, no hackneyed platitudes, no stupid phrases. And here we are at square one, welcome back to the first paragraph.
Sincere statement, I can't manage to answer more than one or two messages a day at the moment. If that. Not if I stick to my style, anyway. But I don't want to give it up, because it's a good part of who I am. Whenever something needs to be done that is ultimately all about the end result - work - I am an advocate of effectiveness and efficiency. I live the book "The 4-Hour Week". Clear buy recommendation. I am a master at standardising tasks and making them automatable, thus monetarily multipliable. I'll say a few more words about that in one of the next posts. But as far as the things that matter in life are concerned - joie de vivre and joie de vivre - one of my longest-standing companions put it so aptly that I couldn't have put it down on paper more beautifully. That's where I savour the time. I'll quote without asking for permission first. It's also one of those messages that touched me deeply, made me happy and thrilled me. So much so that I was too cowardly to reply until now. Sorry, it will come, I promise.
Paddy, the optimist
Paddy, the packer
Paddy, the detail lover
Paddy, the extrovert
Paddy, who tells half his life story in response to a simple question
Paddy, who always wanted to give more than he took (and did)
We haven't seen each other for so many years. But people don't change. Me neither. Shit, man, I recognise myself in every single line. And in the spirit of this quote, I'd like to update you more regularly on what's been going on with me since my last post. And it's been over three weeks, sock heavy. Well then, into the fray. I'll try to sort all the construction sites in my life by topic instead of following a chronological order. Otherwise nobody will be able to keep track. And because I tend to tell half my life story in response to a simple question, I'm only going to tease you today and leave it at just one word for this one brief moment. I'll get on your arse again later with detailed reports. Or on your ovaries, as the case may be. But right now, only one thing is important to me. It comes honestly from the bottom of my heart, even if this is going to be a big copy & paste job. Addressed to all my supporters, helpers and carers, friends and family:
Thank you.
