If you don't have time to do it right you must have time to do it over

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We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them

This world consists of people and things. People are meant to be loved and things to be used. We mess it up by using people and loving things

Life is 10% of what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it.

Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself

“If you only do what you know you can do- you never do very much.”

Have the courage to be ignorant of a great number of things, in order to avoid the calamity of being ignorant of everything.

Jargon allows us to camouflage intellectual poverty with verbal extravagance

Many hands make light work but Too many cooks spoil the broth.

When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself

Falling Up - thoughts from a bit of exercise?

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Falling Up

The trembling exhilaration of feet back on solid ground

The sucking vacuum, as the wet shirt pulls from your sweating chest…

Then, suddenly the chill as air rushes to fill the gap between clothes and skin as droplets work their way through the maze of hair and scalp to run behind ears, over eyes and down your neck, all the while, knees still weak, heart racing and a slight smile gracing your lips – you let go of the brakes.

A hill to increase momentum, one, two, five, ten, twenty, parabolic drops flying high, as they rise up against the trillions falling straight, the same droplets that a few seconds before would have stung your face for disrupting their journey to join others in 2 inch puddles created by tarmac depressions, that suck and slurp at your knobbly tyres, but now …. Like tiny daylight fireworks they fly up from the ever faster tyres, to give momentary inspiration, defying all the odds for just a few seconds …. they fall upwards.

Awareness of the silent roar of wind in your ears highlights the absence of birdsong in such heavy rain, a pigeon gives up an early morning bath as you pass; the roar continues, but it’s unable to shut out the crunch on gravel and twigs, before rejoining the slurpy hum of tarmac; early morning motorists effortlessly glide past, pleased that it’s not them in the rain …..If they only knew the smile inside.

The first few drops, feel cold compared to the warmth of your quilt, as they quickly find their way through fibres to your skin, should I go, I’ve promised myself, nearly 40, in fact the last few days of 30-something are upon me, and I’ve been sat at a desk for too long, I’ll be disappointed in myself if I don’t, and hey, it’s been 25 years since cycling in the morning rain was a necessity, since pedals were abandoned for petrol, now it’s a choice, my choice …. Who knows, It might be good … everyone else in the house is still asleep, new bike, shame not to use it …. Welcome back old friend, let’s see what I’ve missed … and the heavens opened.

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The art of progress is to preserve order amid change and to preserve change amid order.

Responsibility is the price of freedom